what a heart will miss

At the mention of Pirates, her ears perked forward and a smile came readily to her face, “From the party?” her tail waved happily, they seemed plenty nice enough… but…

Her waving tail slowed, an unfamiliar feeling of anxiety growing tightly in her chest and making it’s way readily to her face. It’d mean leaving her mother and siblings, wouldn’t it? And what if they didn’t like her? She’d never really felt like she was part of Ashen. Her family was all she had ever known. Would they even want her? She wasn’t a good fighter like Gil, what on earth could she offer them?

They seemed to like having a good time. Modesty remembered the tingly, dizzy feeling the alcohol had given her, the way her face felt warm. Maybe… “I can’t offer them much… except maybe a good time?” her expression flitted from thoughtful, to hopeful before settling on a carefree smile. It wasn’t what she had been taught to use the ritual ingredients for, but it was worth a shot, and if it earned her new friends ascension, well the more the merrier, right?

“Speech.”