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
When Gilgamesh asked what she was hearing, her head cocked to try and catch the noise more clearly. "It sounds like whispers…" She responded quietly. "I can’t quite make out what they’re saying though…" She still hadn’t ceased her movement, eyes looking forward to see the trail of fireflies leading up, and up, winding along the same route as the jagged, snow covered path they were following. It was only now that she thought to look back, realising just how far they had come.
Modesty’s tail waved at the wonder of it all, "I want to see where they go!" she declared, gaining a pep in her step as she bounded forward with more enthusiasm, watching in as the cloud of bugs swarmed and settled again, back into the places they had been before. "C’mon!" she encouraged, ending with an oof as one of her paws went straight through the snow bank and out into open air below, her chest colliding with the ground as she almost toppled over the open edge.
"speech".
Holy, devine in your power
