She hated to admit it, but she was slightly afraid of thunder and lightning. As long as she was home, she could deal with it, a warm cup of tea and a good book, perhaps cuddling with her parents or siblings—But the idea of being outside in mid thunderstorm, that she despised.
Arroz con Leche wasn’t a name she had chosen, the cat had that name for as long as she could remember, so since she was a toddler she had learn how to pronounce it at her best, otherwise, the animal would refuse to respond or obey, not like cats obeyed too much, anyways.
“Well, to be truthful, Arroz con Leche was a rather… idle familiar. She always slept and barely listened to my father’s, her original master, commands or pleas—However, she was, strangely enough, quite obedient when she felt like it. Well behaved, to an extent.” Eve explained with a small smile, it made her quite happy to talk about her beloved companion, she even stopped thinking about the weather.
“As for accomplishments, despite her usual laziness and unwillingness to do anything but eat and sleep, she helped me a lot through out harsh times, a source of comfort, I could say. She seemed to be able to tell when my humor was origin of negative energies, and she was great at consoling me, some sort of spiritual support. I liked her better than any human companion.”
Eve had always dealt with distinct situations that pushed her to feeling lonely, and the cat who was once her most beloved friend would always make said feeling go away quickly.
“Other than that, she once managed to hunt down a mouse my father was utterly terrified of—Eheheh! My other dad wasn’t precisely home at the moment, I couldn’t do much personally, and my father nearly fainted, she was merciful and didn’t kill the poor thing, I was able to retire the rodent from her fierce grasp before a tragedy occurred, at least.”
He stays quiet as she speaks, a sense of contentment on his features. Even the most disobedient animal is filled with kindness. He has notice this tendency in creatures to sense a human’s emotional state. Many of his animals do the same. Sometimes his hamsters act in a way to either calm or soothe his own problems, more so than most people are capable of.
Her words take them back to the street they met on. Still listening, he eyes the houses and buildings, looking for the address Marmalade came from. He isn’t too sure if this is the right street. It might actually be one or two over. In any case, stopping to search seems like a bad idea. More lightning arching across the sky confirms that worry.
“Your familiar appears to be a loyal, if willful, servant,” He says, turning his attention back to the girl. “Very much deserving of the respect of you and … both your fathers. I hope she is doing well, yes?”
Gundham finds it somewhat odd that she has two fathers but decides to let it slip. He never had a particularly normal family either. Raised by a single mother and surrounded by the animals he brought home against her wishes. He never knew his father and wasn’t particularly interested in seeking him out. Why search or care for someone who saw no worth in you?
