Ringy Ding Ding

It was good to get out and away from the kids, and Modesty might have even been carrying a little more pep in her step as they made their way through the desert. The realisation that one of Sparrow’s pups had made it out caused her eyes to roll back in her head. Undoubtedly several of her own had probably done the same, and she wasn’t looking forward to having to try and round them up again once she made it home.

The distant bleeting was met with a vibrant patch of green, and Pyr’s whistle only cemented further that there was something worth looking for. She joined Ignis and Jack, and when the child begged to be tossed she offered the red man a sidelong smirk, “I’ll do it if you won’t...” she offered mirthfully. After all, he was asking for it.

“Speech.”