Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

Scald arrives nearly late, but not enough to be noticed yet. The exhaustion is clear in his eyes, but after a few swigs of booze and a long whiff of some mysterious plant, he's rejuvenated enough to attend. Coming from the outer shore, he muffles his steps with the leaf litter so that no one turns to look at him. He didn't need his siblings jumping up to welcome him home or anything. Instead, he slides over toward the free side of Modesty, sitting neatly and staring ahead. Without turning, he leans in to his mother, placing his shoulder against hers.

"Deluge an' Dread are on ter way back," Scald's voice is a hushed whisper, words only meant for Modesty. "An' uh, Rexx is back too," his brows raise, an awkward but pleased smile on his lips. "Looks like you can't get rid of us after all," he teases her, finally turning his muzzle to press it to the bottom of her jaw briefly before turning back to look at the gathered crowd.

CARVE YOUR OWN PATH