Pick your path and I'll pray

Modesty canted her head as Siduri popped out of the bushes, deflated in her response in a way that made her mother's stomach twist. She regarded her daughter, refusing to let any of the worry reach her face, a smile tugging at her lips as her fiery girl making her way into the trees. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather bite something?" It was an invitation of sorts, an out for the girl if she found the treehouse too restrictive. It looked like she had made herself quite comfortable at the base of the tree.

She would leave the offer open, and follow wherever her daughter chose to lead. Sure she had questions to ask, but they could wait. Nothing was more important in this moment than the girl before her.

"speech"