[ a fun fact about cats: they don't particularly like the water or being dunked in it. usually. some of them. shijima is one of those cats who does not appreciate a surprise bath, and while she doesn't lose her human form after scrambling out of the well, she wears it about the same as she always does.

this means that the small girl who looks to be a child of some sort in the pink dress hunches forward with terrible postrure, shaking herself off like a very annoyed cat as she parts her soaking hair away from her face.

she hisses, even, like that isn't mostly adorable in her current form.

it should be terrifying, given she's not exactly the nicest creature.

luckily she chooses to take it out on the flowers instead of anyone else. the "nice" ones seem to be complimenting her dress and saying they hope she has a lovely day and the "mean" ones call her a mangy bag of fleas.

she casually dices all of them, good and bad, and pulls them up at the roots, ignoring all their screams of terror and pain. one of the colored nice flowers she has up and is sniffing at the roots, like that's going to tell her anything at all. she shakes it, then tosses it away. possibly into your face, sorry. ]

What manner of idiocy is this...

[ shijima doesn't care for the pink ruffled fancy dress. not like she cares about it at first, but the way these clothes snag into everything is Not On. she gracelessly trips but catches her balance like it's nothing at all, and glares at the skirts.

she tries to rip them. she tries to take them off.

at one point she shifts into her cat form, a small white housecat, but the clothes just shrink with her, leaving her a cat in a dress, should you like to interact with her then.

finally she ends up perched on the stoop of one of the houses around chroma, chin in her hands as she sulks, legs curled up underneath her. she straightens (sort of) and points at you. ]

Bluefish. I want some.

[ fucking feed her??? it's said with the imperiousness that only a cat could really accomplish. ]

[ honestly, she finds the screams amusing. so when she's plucking petals shijima is actually smiling, softly entertained and looking almost adorable angelic as she...tortures the flowers.

honestly, she deserves what happens next.

glancing up after she's pulled all the flower petals, thinking of nothing at all but destruction and mayhem, she looks up and tilts her head to the side. ]

Hm. You I like, I think. [ ...for her, this is pretty much an impassioned declaration of love.

astonishing. she'll be furious in a second or two, maybe. ]

[ she doesn't touch these flowers. they're not speaking and so she doesn't care about them, but she knows what they are, and she knows they can't be normal, not in this place.

shijima's seated at the edge of the field, combing through her hair with her fingers as though it's her tongue, trying to right the mess the branches caused.

her cat-yellow eyes shift towards whoever comes to the field after her. ]

Well. Aren't you going to take one, then? Weave me a crown.

[ alternately, make something up for me and i'll roll with it! you can catch shijima as a cat or human both, wandering around and pretty much sticking her nose into whatever. ]