Looks like a pump, feels like a sneaker
Modesty
Storm Herald
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
62
NachoMumma
Modesty almost couldn’t remember what the sun looked like. Not that it worried her terribly. She had grown fascinated with the fireflies, and it was following another trail of them that had led her up the narrow winding path. Gilgamesh was with her of course. At first she had been as chatty as ever, but now she had a faraway look on her face, as if she had been hypnotised by the dancing lights ahead of her, leading them onwards, and upwards.
She thought she heard… a voice? But that couldn’t be right, it must have been a trick of the wind, surely. A ghostly giggle sounded by her ear where another firefly floated and a deep feeling of dread welled up in her stomach, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop, or to turn around. There it was again, a voice just beyond earshot. The longer it went on, the less she could keep telling herself it was just the wind.
"Did you hear that?" She questioned Gilgamesh, still unable to stop her paws from their incessant march onwards, and upwards. She couldn’t keep the worry from her voice.
"speech".
Holy, devine in your power
