Branches on a tree

Modesty didn’t have to wait long for her call to be answered and she visibly relaxed when her brother reached in to touch his cheek to hers. She leaned into the touch and released a breath she didn’t realise she had been holding, her tail giving a wave at her heels to betray how glad she was to see him again. “And you,” she leaned back with a raised brow and a half-smile fought its way through the worry that lined her face. “I would have come to visit sooner but I was naked for a whole season!” Her ears flicked in annoyance and she pouted for a moment before being drawn back to the task at hand.

When he asked if she was here to see the shrine, she shook her head, “There is so much I need to fill you in on, but I’m here because my daughter is missing. I had kids Pont, five of them… four made it. I’m trying to find mum so she can marry me too, but I have to find the kids first. I think the boys have gone to look for her, hopefully Gil can catch up with them. They’ve all got his damn fire, run me ragged.” She took a moment to breathe and unbristle her quills, never considering for a moment that the fire just might come from her. Besides, she should allow him a moment to process, it was was a lot to dump on the poor guy with no notice. “She’s mottled like her dad, whites, greys and pale pinks. She’s growing horns like mine, she has cat claws and glows blue like Faith. I’m sure she’ll be bigger than I am by the time she’s done. Have you seen her come this way?” She wouldn’t cry, she was stronger than that (or so she thought, as a familiar prickle burned at the backs of her eyes).

“Speech.”