Treehouse

Modesty liked his name, Gilgamesh. She wondered what it meant for a moment, before she was distracted by his question about her mother. Her head tilted for a moment, considering what he might mean by his question, then she decided to take it at face value. “Well, my mother? Umm, birth-giver?” Her head tilted the other way as she tried to think of another way to put it. Her ears turned back, embarrassment clear on her face as she remembered the VERY clinical way her mother had explained how children came about. Regardless of wether or not it was possible to see the redness of her cheeks she was sure if she even tried to relay what her mother had explained she would straight up combust here in front of her brand new friend.

“But-uh…” For the first time she found herself lost for words. “Y’know, just a normal mum. I mean, she’s a priestess too, but mostly just mother.” Her smile had gone lopsided with her embarrassment. If he wasn’t going to come with her, she would need to set out soon so she didn’t leave the rest of them worrying.

“Speech”