what would your god think?
Modesty
Storm Herald
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
62
NachoMumma
She couldn't quite say what had tempted her back to the place she had first met Gilgamesh. Maybe it was a desire to stare on the strange moon from a greater height, or maybe something in her thought he had been put underneath her as she fell for a reason, and that would be the best place to go and ask her God the reason. Sure she wasn't exactly a great climber, and lacked the necessary mutations to safely scale the trees, but it hadn't stopped her last time and it hadn't stopped her this time either.
The fireflies were getting annoying, like, really annoying. Here she was, trying to balance up on a branch that was twice her height in the air and they kept just buzzing into her face, like, You don't belong here! or some other judgemental rubbish that the girl simply wouldn't entertain. It was as she blew a raspberry to try and discourage a particularly annoying firefly that the scent of home came upon her. She hadn't been homesick like her siblings, not really. She loved the freedom their new lives gave them. She was, of course still saying her prayers like a good kid, but she wasn't trapped inside a stuffy shrine doing it.
She looked down, trying to make out the wolf she knew was somewhere down there. She doubted she would have caught his scent if he had been trying to sneak up "Hattori?" She questioned, sure it was him. She thought she had learned from last time but apparently she hadn't, leaning over too far she lost her balance and fell, this time with an Oof instead of a scream.
"speech".
Holy, devine in your power
