Cheap Thrills

She had been here before.

Perhaps it would be uncomfortably close to her old home if she had felt badly about leaving, but she didn’t mind at all. Modesty strode along at Gilgamesh’s side, a wide smile on her face, a small sack clasped in her jaws. She had spent days travelling and collecting in the hopes of gathering up a sizable gift to offer the pirates (after all, she had been disappointedly empty pawed when she crashed their party before.)

The jackalope hopped along at her side, and her kite wheeled lazily overhead. The familiar salty breeze blowing in her fur felt so right. She could only hope this would work. She placed the bag between her paws. “Should I call or something? Is it too early?” Anxiety was starting to set in. What if they didn’t like her?

“Speech.”