Wits end

Modesty stretched on the sand, soaking up the last of the warmth the day had to offer. Her eye were half closed, and she tried to breathe the salty air deeply, turning her head away from the wind when a small series of coughs overtook her. She had maybe gone... A bit too hard today, between the coyote message board and giving the kids a fighting lesson.

She had, at least, taken the time to clean herself up, and now that the blood was washed away she felt a little more herself, or at least she would for as long as Gilgamesh stayed out of her sight. It was a strange dance they were living. She should have put her foot down and gone to the archipelago instead. Feelings didn't just evaporate, and while she could set her bird to watch the little dog, or her husband, at the end of the day, what was the point? He would chose one of them or perhaps, Modesty would be forced to choose for him.

She didn't feel much like eating the fish laid out before her, but she'd gone to all the trouble of catching it and she just knew Sakana would bitch her out about her weight if she didn't, so she started with the head, at least getting some satisfaction from the sound of crunching bones as she gnawed on her meal.

“Speech.”