Pick your path and I'll pray
Sid
Modesty
Storm Herald
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
67
NachoMumma
The ability to breathe again was a wonderful thing. With one of the barriers out of her way, the only thing left now was time. So much had changed since they fled across the Bifrost. Siduri's call hadn't come the day of the meeting, and Gilgamesh had seemingly been resurrected from the dead. A large part of Modesty had been relieved, but she wondered if Siduri still had other plans.
Seeking out her daughter within the Ravine, poking about beneath her tree rather than scaling the steps, she hadn't been too far away. Modesty continued to follow her nose, seeing out her pale pelted daughter.
"speech"
Siduri had cleared a little spot within the shrubbery at the base of her treehouse. The bushes shielded her from view and she'd even laid out a little piece of hide there for comfort. The girl found that, once people went up to the house and saw that she wasn't there, they tended to leave. That suited her just fine. Only Sakana had seen through her ruse so far and now, it seemed, so did her mother.
A pastel head poked up over the bushes as her mother rustled around, apparently looking for her. Ears tucked back against her skull before she made her way out into the open. "Hi, mom," she murmured, her usual confidence nowhere to be found. Sid motioned her mother up the wooden catwalk and into the treehouse so that they could both be comfortable.
Modesty
Storm Herald
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
67
NachoMumma
Modesty canted her head as Siduri popped out of the bushes, deflated in her response in a way that made her mother's stomach twist. She regarded her daughter, refusing to let any of the worry reach her face, a smile tugging at her lips as her fiery girl making her way into the trees. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather bite something?" It was an invitation of sorts, an out for the girl if she found the treehouse too restrictive. It looked like she had made herself quite comfortable at the base of the tree.
She would leave the offer open, and follow wherever her daughter chose to lead. Sure she had questions to ask, but they could wait. Nothing was more important in this moment than the girl before her.
"speech"
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