the usefulness of this uselessness

Sight was not all she would need to see the world around her. Following behind the scents of her congregating siblings, Pythia doesn't stop as she comes up behind Gilda. Sliding her shoulder along her sister, she turns her foggy gaze to Gilda with a brief smile before stepping in front of the group of pups. Once her paw plants firmly on a bead, quickly pulling back with a surprised yelp, Pythia moves back and gives her paw a shake. She lets out a quick grumble before plopping down on her butt into an awkward sitting position.

"Didn't think we'd be playing with dangerous stuff already," she mumbles under her breath, brow furrowing as she leans her face down toward the ground. With her front paws splayed out, nose reaching as far as it can forward, Pythia attempts to sniff at the different objects in front of Modesty. They aren't particularly familiar scents, but the scent of Modesty herself doesn't help her identify much of anything. "What are we doing with these items?" Pythia questions rather aggressively, her curiosity impatient and demanding.

"speech"