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The wheels of the carriage droned as it made its way down the street, a constant noise just beneath Sewti's toiling thoughts. Slumped comfortably against the side of the carriage, she stared out at the shops as they passed by, the pale gray-purple of her eyes flitting over signs, lingering mere moments on the people that meandered in front of display windows. She seemed comfortable, sitting there, and if one was not familiar with her tendencies, it might have seemed like she was out on nothing more than a leisure ride with how blatantly unresponsive she seemed to her surroundings. On the contrary, however, she was actually out running errands for her mother, as she was quite often roped into doing if she happened to linger around the house too long, and this one errand in particular seemed to be one that she performed regularly. It was as if the woman hoped that by forcing it upon her she would speak to some girlier aspect of the young woman's soul, bring her out of her tomboyish state and convert her into the young spoiled princess sort she dreamed she would be instead. After raising a handful of sons, she supposed it must have been a disappointment for her only daughter to turn out, well, just like them.

"Here, driver, stop," she called out as she jerked herself upright all of a sudden. Her eyes had stopped on a sign that clearly denoted a flower shop, one she had yet to visit in her many journeys through town. Her mother had made it quite clear that she didn't want any of the usual arrangements, though she suspected it had little to do with the quality and more to do with making Sewti put in more effort in finding something 'pretty'. She shifted in her seat comfortably, sitting up and straightening out the boyishly cut clothes that she wore (though still in somewhat feminine colors, to please here ever-badgering mother), waiting patiently for her driver to stop. Once he had, she didn't wait for him to open the door for her (something he had grown quite used to) but simply climbed out of her own accord. She did, however, turn to offer him an apologetic smile as he ruffled himself up and let out a huff. He always reminded her of a rooster when he did that, and she could never resist the smile. Honestly, what was so wrong in not having to do more work? She supposed some people took their job too seriously.

Climbing down from the carriage, she stopped in front of the store and examined it calmly for a moment, her tail wavering behind her in a slow, languid motion. One pale hand reached up to run through her somewhat short hair, brushing it back from her face, head tilted to the side while she took her sweet time to consider it. Finally deciding that it looked like a decent enough place from the outside (it was hard to tell what anything looked like from the outside, to be honest, and she didn't want to spend a lot of time on this) she pushed herself forward and headed for the door. Reaching for the handle calmly, she pulled it open, and walked in already looking for the owner of the shop. She never bothered to look at things on her own, but rather, went straight to the expert and told them what her mother wanted. She was sure that wouldn't please her if she ever found out, but this wasn't her idea in the first place.

She paused just inside the shop, eyes shifting around, until she found the woman behind the counter. "Excuse me, miss, are you the owner of the shop?" she asked calmly as she crossed the few steps from the door to the counter, leaning on it with one arm while she waited for the owner to turn around and answer her. She wasn't pushy, considering she looked busy, so she simply just sat there with her eyes on the smaller female calmly.

Sewti's eyebrows lifted in obvious surprise as the male that she had assumed was a female answered her and turned around to reveal himself as anything but what she had originally suspected. From behind, with the small frame and rather feminine clothing, it was easy to misjudge him for a female. To be honest, even facing him it was easy to assume that he was actually a woman. She could tell from the facial structure, even with the flare of feminism about him, and even his body - though she was probably more likely to notice given her own odd tendency to dress as a male and, in fact, be mistaken for one from time to time when she actually went to great lengths to dress up more like one than she had today. The thought amused her, to be honest, and even in the wake of him cursing at her a small smile curled on her lips. They were quite a bit alike, even if he was more in the extremes, though she probably wouldn't have reacted in such a manner had she been mistaken for a boy. She supposed it was a little harder to hide a feminine body than it was to dress a male one up like it, though, and he probably got it.. much more often.

"Excuse me then, I truly did not mean to offend you, sir" she said with that smile plastered in place, a slight laugh in her throat, little more than a breathy chuckle, sounding as she pushed herself back up into a straightened position. Her tail flickered behind her, the pale white fluff brushing up against her own leg as she eyed him for a moment. An amusing character, to say the very least. It was a wonder that she wasn't offended, but then, she was perhaps one of the easiest going creatures ever created and had little to no temper. "I hate to be a disappointment, but I'm afraid I've not escaped from any circus." She smirked again at the thought and let her pale eyes shift to glance over the various floral arrangements surrounding them. This seemed well enough, though she was quite terrible at judging whether or not this shop was any better than the last ones she had been in. It wasn't as if it truly made that much of a deal to her - flowers were flowers, as far as she was concerned.

"My name is Sewti, and I'm here to order a.. rather large amount of flowers arrangements on behalf of my mother. She likes to decorate the house with them, the entire house, and she's decided she doesn't like any of our previous suppliers." She sighed, waving a hand dismissively at the thought, and then ran it along the counter calmly, watching it as she did so. Her eyes drifted back up to his then, that smile in place, though somewhat more devilish than it had been the first time. Despite his best attempts to offend her with his terrible language, she had actually found it quite amusing and interesting, and even if he tried his hardest to get her out of his shop at that point she likely would have found every reason to stay. Her mother probably would have been very pleased to find out she was spending such a great deal of time in the shop instead of simply walking in, ordering, and walking out - of course, she didn't have to know the reason why she was doing so exactly. If she had to be here, she might as well amuse herself with it.

The blatant irritation that showed on his face didn't seem to phase her in the slightest. In fact, each time he showed a little more anger or frustration with her, she only seemed more amused with him. She heard the muttered words, her eyebrow quirking though she said nothing, just watched him with that unwavering smirk of a smile. She never really rose to the occasion when provoked, as she had had to learn to keep her cool with a horde of older brothers constantly trying to grind her gears. Unlucky enough for them, they had always tried things like destroying her dolls, or shredding her hair ribbons - until they got old enough to realize that she really was more pleased than anything when they did those things. No, in fact, she was actually quite amused with his little hissy fit (even as calm as he was becoming) and seemed almost.. intrigued. It was easy enough to tell she was a little odd, so being amused and intrigued by a small, feminine boy who had just blown up in her face probably wasn't so surprising. Well, except to the small, feminine boy himself.

She ran her hand along the counter calmly as she watched him move to grab the catalog, trailing her fingers with a soft hum as she waited for him to set it back down. As he did so, she leaned forward, her head tilting so that her white hair flopped away from her eyes and to the side instead to clear it from her vision. She moved forward to gaze down at the book, even upside down as it was for her, as if that might help her decide just what it was she was supposed to be picking out. Her tail wavered slowly behind her, obviously a clue that she was deep in thought. As he spoke however, she let out a soft sigh and pushed herself back up to an upright standing position. Her eyes drifted out to the shop, her feet taking her out a few steps as she turned to look at all the arrangements, eyes narrowing on each in turn. They all simply looked like flowers, and while flowers were pretty she supposed, they were just.. flowers. She reached up to run her hand through the back of her hair, the other hand settled on her hip as she muttered silently to herself. "I have absolutely no idea what I, er she, wants. You're right."

She was just about to turn around and ask him to give her anything that was remotely pretty when he offered her that rather amusing idea. Oh, she knew he had said it with hope that she would simply leave, but he didn't know her at all, and her last thought before she turned around was that he really should be more careful of what he said. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," she said with a pleased smile, taking the few steps back towards the counter and leaning on it so that she could level her eyes with his own. "Unless, of course, you have to stay here and wait on all your customers? Otherwise, my carriage is outside and I'd be more than happy to take you to my home so you can see what you have to work with." Not only that, if she brought the florist home (and this one in particular) perhaps her mother would stop sending her out on these ridiculous errands.

She likely would have laughed over the fact that he thought she was the strangest creature that he had ever laid eyes upon, because she would have willingly said that he was in fact the strangest she had ever seen. Not only did he look like a female, and dress like one to an extent, at least as far as she was concerned, but he also threw a temper tantrum fit to match any spoiled princess she had ever seen. She had to admit she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea of spending a little more time with him than necessary, if only to figure him out, ponder what made him tick. He was an odd one, and she was more than curious as to what other fancies were connected to his rather extravagant personality.

"Yes, it does," she repeated again, rather calmly, as she stayed leaned on the counter where she was. Her eyes drifted down to watch the quill as it fell atop the pad, then drifted back up to watch him as he pondered over her rather strange and sudden invitation. She was sure it wasn't every day that he got this kind of offer, and she new that despite the oddness and the fact that she was in fact a total stranger offering him a ride out to who-only-knew where, it was a very good deal as far as business went. He did have that to consider and any business owner would think twice before shutting the door in her face, no matter how odd and quirky she was. Her smile was still in place, though less devilish than before now that he had stopped snapping at her, more-or-less pleasant if one cared to actually look.

As he pushed himself off of the counter with such a burst of willingness to go along with her rather strange plan, her smile curled into a grin and she too shifted to push herself back up straight and turn on her heel to once more face the door. "That's always a grand plan," she muttered amusedly at his response to how to deal with the customers that might show up, eyes dancing with amusement. She was a rather light-hearted thing, that was for sure, and there weren't many things she probably didn't take amusement and pleasure out of. His quirky personality with its random outbursts seem to suit her just fine, though, and she even let out a soft laugh as she waited for him to get his things. She tossed a glance over her shoulder, tail swishing patiently behind her as he gathered his things and made his way more-or-less calmly to the door.

She smirked, unable to help it at his words, as she nodded her head and made her way towards the door before him at his invitation to go first. "Of course I am, what else would I be?" Compared to his outburst at being called a woman, her rather calm reaction was probably strange. It wasn't the first time she had someone at least wondering or questioning, and she always found it more amusing than insulting - after all, she dressed like this on purpose, and if she did so, then why be surprised? She tossed a glance over her shoulder as he turned the closed sign and began to lock the door, her eyes shifting out to find the carriage. Strutting across to the door (once again beating the driver to it before he could climb down from his seat) she opened it and held it so for him. "After you," she said with a small smirk, though in her head she had to admit it rather looked like 'ladies first', even if he stressed the fact that he was male.

She had to say that it was a little strange to look down upon him while talking, for though she was tall for a female, most men were still taller than her on average. She had met the rare one here and there that had the unfortunate luck of getting bad genes, but then they usually tried to make up for their lack of height with over-zealous attempts at acting tough. He obviously did no such thing, but simply chose to take his more feminine form and act as he pleased, which made him seem more womanly by far, but also made him seem almost more real than any other male in his state. She herself would have likely been a very beautiful female had she actually put effort into, well, looking female. Tall and shaped rather well beneath the layers of clothing she wore, she would have been a perfect fit for the ball gowns her mother was always trying to force her into. That aside, the all-white fur would have given her an almost angelic facade had she not been so bold and tomboyish on a whole. It was no wonder her mother was truly sour that she was wasting beauty.

The smile on her lips spread into a smirk at his words, her eyes drifting down to his as he spoke. She seemed pleased with the reaction, if anything, and even though he hadn't said it with any malicious intent, there were others that still might have gotten touchy over the subject of what he was implying. "I must be predictable," she said with a small shrug as she watched him step up into the carriage, her tail wavering behind her as she thought over what to say. "Maybe I'm just being polite, you know. You're my guest, this is my carriage, after all," though, by the way her eyes danced with mirth it was obvious that she wasn't doing it just to be polite. It was more likely that she was so amused by the seemingly reversed gender roles between them that she wanted to put an emphasis on it, for she truly had no shame in making people stop and stare at them strangely.

"Alfred," she called out, leaning back to look at him from where she was, "back home, you would?" Then she simply stepped up into the carriage after him, shutting the door, and taking the seat opposite to him. Her own tail flopped out calmly beside her, though it's tip continued to flicker up and down against the fabric. Her eyes had been watching the street as the carriage lurched into motion, but his words drew them back to him, a surprised rise of both brows signaling that she hadn't expected him to be quite so bold. She supposed she should have, what with his earlier outburst, but even then she didn't seem bothered by it. It was part of what she could only begin to call his strange sort of charm. "I told you, my mother wants the flowers," she said with a small shrug, tapping her fingers against the seat as she let her hand fall to it. Though, she did smile as he explained what he thought she should be doing right about now. She didn't play with mechanical things - her mother would have her hide for messing her fur with oil, and that aside, she had no reason to toy with them for she didn't need the money. Lazing in a tree did sound nice right about now, but she hadn't had a chance to do that since she was a kid.

"I suppose you could call it trying to change me, although she's really just been trying to guide me ever since she realized I didn't really like the fluffy dresses and the dollies when I was small," despite the fact that she was obviously talking about her mother trying to push her into being someone she obviously wasn't, she did seem decidedly light-hearted about it all. "I can't really blame the woman, though. After raising four sons and finally getting a daughter to gloat upon, I imagine my lack of enthusiasm was a little bit of a disappointment. She still tries, bless her heart." She smirked, weakly, and glanced back out at the window, a hand coming up to toy with the curtain that had been tied back from it. "I take it you must be familiar with such a thing. You speak about it like it's personal." She didn't look at him, as his own attention was elsewhere, but her ears were swiveled forward slightly in curiosity.

The snort at her choice of words was certainly not missed, but she dismissed it with nothing more than a little chuckle. It was all said in good fun, and he wasn't truly offended so she chose not to comment upon it any further. Explaining it would take a deeper conversation than she was really ready to commit to with a stranger, despite the fact that she had already determined, like he had, that they were amazingly similar. She did, however, see the brow arch that he sent her way once he noticed the section of the city they were heading into. She could only offer him a smile, then, glancing out at the window as the houses passed. "You have a big job ahead of you," she simply commented, the words bordering on a joke. She by no means thought he was poor, and didn't even seem to think that much of the fact that she was actually very well off. She had never seen the world in terms of money, ever.

Her eyes drifted back to him and away from the houses she had been watching rather idly, a small smirk curling her lips as she watched him cross his arms over his chest and then follow suit with his legs. It was a highly feminine position, but who was she to judge? In fact, as much as it amused her, she really didn't seem to mind. She was intrigued as much as amused, and both were because she had only just met him and he was, in fact, one of the most interesting people she had ever met. "You're the first person I've met that shares that plight," she said with a small smile, "though I do have to admit that my mother is the only one that still persists. My father and brothers don't really have an issue with it, if only because they don't have to worry about beating away suitors." She was blessed with an understanding father, though she did wish that her mother was a little less.. pushy. Her father loved her unconditionally, showered her with affection, and still treated her like his beloved, spoiled daughter regardless of the gender she often portrayed. Somehow, she didn't really mind it, because he simply accepted instead of pushing. "Though, I admit, that is a very fine outlook. I've never wanted to change, and never thought about it, or considered it." She wouldn't change, no matter how hard her mother pushed, not that it stopped her.

Her eyes followed him as he got up and moved to sit down beside her, her tail curling up to settle in her lap and make room for him instead. The smile on her lips settled into a strange frown as he reached into his vest to pick out a flower and put it in her hair. She took one glance into the mirror and simply shook her head, laughing softly once he pulled it out and tucked it into his own hair. "Did you really expect it to look better on me?" her brow quirked at the thought, though there was obvious mirth there despite it. She reached up, rather shamelessly at the invasion of personal space, to run a finger through his hair around the flower with a little shrug.

She could feel the carriage slowing down as they turned into the drive of a rather large house, around the same size as those around it, but obviously in the deeper part of the 'rich' section. By now it was more than obvious that her family was likely of the aristocrat nature. She turned to look out the window with a little smile, her tail twitching lightly in her lap as the carriage pulled up to the side of the house. "Here we are," she said calmly, turning to glance at him. "Would you like to go first so that I don't have to hold the door for you this time?" Oh, it was mocking him a little, but she had grown comfortable to him and personality, and the more she did the more likely she was to joke with him.

She was glad that he didn't seem offended by her rather forward motion, as she had judged him to be the sort that didn't really mind. She had never known anyone that was as shamelessly unafraid to invade another person's personal space as she was herself, except perhaps a couple of her rather flirtatious older brothers. It was probably the fact that he had been so unafraid of putting the flower in her hair (which was, unsurprisingly, something she was not very keen on) that led her to believe that her impression of him was a good one. "Yes," she said agreeably, not as if she could disagree over being the female, "but, I'm obviously not quite the most feminine, am I?" She shrugged at it, and he could get fussy over it if he liked, but there was no beating around the bush. She dressed more like a boy, he rather more feminine, which meant that, well, their roles appeared quite reversed.

She simply chuckled, lightly, a soft and feminine sound despite her looks, at the strange glance he sent her before he bowed (with a noted grace that was not entirely unexpected) and exited the carriage. She flickered her tail for a moment and followed after him, just in time to see a flustered Alfred peering at her from his seat - once again more than miffed that they had gotten out without waiting for him. She shut the door and gave him a wave, at which point he drove off, leaving them standing in the driveway of the grand house. "Yes, my mother wants you to decorate the whole place. Like I told you, she rather likes flowers," she smirked and crossed her arms over her chest, her feet spread apart a little and making the way she stood look a little masculine. "She actually named me after a white rose, unsurprisingly." She smirked and glanced to him, brow quirking as he seemed rather baffled by how he was going to pull the task off at hand. "I'm sure we can figure something out so that the whole situation is easier for you." They certainly had guest rooms to spare and it wouldn't be the first time her mother had moved someone into them while they worked on this or that in the house.

"Shall we go in then?" she asked, ears perking slightly as she started to head for the door. Before she could even get halfway to it, however, it swung open to show the likes of an older Koshka. A little plumper than Sewti but nearly as tall, she was obviously where her daughter got her all-white coloring. With a scrutinizing eye, she shuffled out to her daughter quickly in a bustle of dark green skirts, turning yellow eyes up to study her face. She huffed slightly and reached up immediately to brush her hair with her fingers, tucking it back behind her daughter's ears, tugging on the vest over her daughter's middle after that with a frown. Sewti stood still through most of it, her tail flickering irritably behind her, eyes rolled up to stare at the clouds as she put up with the fussing.

"Well," her mother said finally, content with how her daughter looked (or as content as she could be with the silly thing dressed that way), "where are they? I don't see any flowers Sewti, and I sent you out for-" She stopped as she caught sight of the smaller Koshka behind her daughter, stepping out from where she had been standing directly in front of her. "You've brought home a little friend," she said with a smile, obviously thinking, well, that Sewti had met a female friend. After all, female influence upon her daughter could be nothing but good, right?

"Uh, well," she began quickly, knowing that if she didn't stop her mother, she was going to insult Nili in much the same manner that she had originally, and she didn't need him biting her mother's head off for she did have a rather foul temper, "this is Nili." She flickered her tail, glancing at Nili, then back at her mother, "he is the florist of the shop I was going to buy the flowers from, but he does such talented work that I thought it would benefit everyone involved if he could come and see the environment he was working with.. first hand." The simple lie rolled off her tongue easily, and she flashed her eyes at Nili with what seemed like an almost apologetic smile. "Nili, this is my mother, Lady Celosia," she didn't miss the way her mother's eyes had shot up at the mention that he was in fact male, or the way she had straightened her back when her daughter had introduced her. She had even remembered the title the woman constantly insisted upon, although she wasn't even truly sure if it was an actual title, or if her mother just liked it. Her father certainly didn't call himself anything special.

For what it was worth, Celosia did dip her head to the.. male. "It's a pleasure," she purred out, eyes studying him for a moment before they flashed up to her daughter momentarily.

Sewti was silently pleased over the fact that Nili actually managed to hold onto his anger and bite his tongue. She assumed that the job was worth it now that he had a good idea just how much he was going to be doing and that the reason he had blown up on her was, well, because he had absolutely no idea what she had actually come to offer him. It was good to know that when the situation called for it he could be polite as he as the next person, which took a little bit of pressure off of her back with trying to keep her mother from saying something too offending. She would still try to keep her from being flat-out insulting, but as was common with a lot of the higher-ups and pure-bloods, she was apt to say snide comments now and again to those she obviously thought beneath her, sometimes even to those that she thought were her equals. Sewti never thought much of it though, as she was sure it was a somewhat.. common practice among the housewives of the aristocratic society.

"I see," Celosia purred out slowly, her eyes flickering to catch her daughters for a moment before they settled back on the male. Well, even if she had wanted Sewti to pick out the flowers herself, she did want her house to look splendid (and notedly better than the houses of her associates to boot) and a personal florist coming to look at the space and design the arrangements around their home was something she was certain no one else had done. "That is a wonderful idea, if I do say so," she said finally after a few moments of brooding, a smile forming on her lips as she turned her eyes back up to her daughter. Despite the fact that Nili had said it was his idea, it was obvious she was going to give credit to Sewti, blinding herself into thinking that the girl had somehow realized that floral arrangements could have clashed in the home had she not brought the florist to see it instead. She reached up to stroke her daughter's cheek in some strange form of praise, beaming proudly, when the other words registered from the male.

"Well, we can certainly accommodate you. We have plenty of guest rooms available, and I'm sure staying in the environment would only.. aid you more in your ability to make us the best arrangements possible," she let a small smirk spread across her maw as she thought over the simple jealousy she would strike into the heart of her friends. Her eyes drifted up to her daughter then, watching her for a moment. "Show Mr. Nili around the house, my dear, so that he can become acquainted with what he shall be working on? I'll have the maid prepare a room for him." And with that, she simply turned on her heel, happily strutting back into her house without even waiting for so much as an acceptance from Nili or a 'yes mother' from Sewti.

Sewti frowned after the woman, and as she disappeared into the house, she turned that apologetic smile back upon Nili. "My apologies if she's a little forward, I don't think 'please' is actually a word in her vocabulary," she smirked lightly at the thought, her tail flickering behind her. Then, as if she had just realized something, she glanced in the direction the carriage had bustled off in not minutes before. "I can tell Alfred to have the carriage back around in a bit, since I'm sure you'd like to at least gather your things. Well, assuming that you're going to take up my mother's generous offer." She put emphasis on the words to express just how much she knew her mother to be pushy, and how the offer hadn't exactly appeared to be an offer at all.