Where would they all be likely to be found? Serandite was shuffling through her sketchbook of guardian cats, each page scribbled with miscellaneous information. She had spent all her time looking for them-- but wouldn't you know it, she kept missing them. She felt the comforting growl of her youma behind her, the pink-haired captain encircled by her youma's warm body. Her hellhound was tangible when he wished to be or when Serandite wished it. She leaned back, against his furry neck, her hand reaching back to pet the obedient hellhound, making herself comfortable.

"The problem's not only the guardian cats. It's bad enough that my mission's going nowhere but it's even worse to know that I'm going nowhere as a captain." Serandite sighed, remembering Tanzanite's words with a reluctance that made her sigh seem even heavier.

"But you've got a long way to go before you earn their respect, Captain."

How long before she caught up to the massive distance between her and the other captain's fighting experience was to be undetermined. She was a captain. But she didn't feel like it, with disapproval and skeptical belief hanging over her cloud of promotion. A warm moist tongue licked her cheek, Serandite's hand coming up to rub her youma's warm and wet nose.

"I know." Her soft words voiced loudly through the silent night air, although what she was referring to was ambiguous.