what if...

For the most part, Pythia's siblings all seemed to be relatively intelligent. Not that she was saying she was smarter than them but... some lacked marbles as her mother would put it. Some she couldn't really relate to. Others she felt a closer pull toward. As if their intellectual level were more on par with her own. One being was her brother, Cutlass. Well, semantics said half-brother because she had two mothers and he instead had a father, but with the disappearance of Jael, Pythia considered Gilgamesh her father anyway. Mama Modesty put it as such more often than not anyway so it wasn't as if the pups truly understood the implications of what had happened. Of the miracle bestowed upon Pythia. Or rather the curse because fuck Abraxas for making her blind. Yeah, she said it, but also apologies Abraxas.

Anyway, Cutlass was on her list today to chat with. Why? Well, she couldn't really say. Just that she had an itch to conversate and with someone who would keep up with her rambling thoughts. Being blind as she was, it would indeed be hard to find him, but with some luck and probing questions, she was able to meander way through the treehouse to the little nook he called his own. Gilgamesh really had been trying as of late. Anyone who could see could see that. Upon knowing that Cutlass enjoyed reading, he had sent Urtur to Daager Isle to fetch some old, tattered books and placed them neatly upon some shelves crafted especially for the boy. Pythia wouldn't really understand because she couldn't see it, but understood the sentiment anyway.

Approaching slowly, she uses her toes and nose to feel around the little nook for a fur to sit upon. Her lengthening limbs that ached from growth came in handy when ensuring she wouldn't step in anything dangerous. Once she had found a fur comfortable enough, she plops herself down with more grace than she should ever have. Curling up neatly, her blank cloudy blue gaze wanders as she uses her nose to sniff out Cutlass' scent.

"Hello brother. What are you reading about today?" Pythia questions, her voice soft and gentle, an eerie hint to it that almost sounded ghostly. Perhaps he would be in the mood to discuss whatever newfound thing he'd read about it recently.

"speech"