Onwards

The distraction of collecting the goats could only last so long. As the two-toed devils were unleashed amongst the undergrowth on Daager Isle, the aftermath of the culling couldn't be avoided. Downy feathers tumbled in the breeze and the silence seemed almost eerie after the familiarity of (even distressed) clucking and coughing. Even Modesty's gut twisted as she looked towards the pool that should be buzzing with productivity. The pool right next to Jael's bungalow.

She was beginning to understand Gilgamesh's conflict over the girl. Lips drawn taught, fighting to not pull up over her teeth, Modesty grunted and then tipped her head towards the hotel. “Upstairs,” It wasn't an invitation, but she wouldn't leave the dog suffer alone after all that had happened today.

“Speech.”