what a heart will miss

The girl had been laying low since the world turned dark, viewing the goings on and doing her very best to not agitate whatever spirits or Gods were raining down their vengeance upon the lands. While there was a streak of jealousy that it seemed like everyone except her had managed to glow, she was also grateful that she had been spared.

Another unintended consequence was getting separated from Gilgamesh. Modesty didn’t even know where she might start looking for him, so why not go back to where it all started anyway? Seemed as good a place to start as any if she had to choose one way or another. She had clambered up the step like branches again and perched on a limb, her kite just offering her a disapproving stare this time. It seemed by now he had figured out telling her off didn’t do any good.

As she was about to give up and move on, a howl came to her on the wind. It was such a familiar voice that her her whole back end began to wave, shaking the branch she sat on. The Abraxas only managed half an excited howl in response before she overbalanced in what was now becoming a familiar fall, bracing herself as the earth raced up to meet her once again.

“Speech.”