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It does not take long for her mother to come over and curl around her. The instant warmth and comfort of her mother is a relief and she sighs into Modesty, resting her chin along Modesty's leg as a stray tuft of her fur is righted. At times, she wishes she would stay this small forever. Always able to be comforted and held, but the ache and pains in her body told her otherwise. She would grow to be nearly as large as her brothers.

Nestled against Modesty, Pythia listens to Modesty's words, a faint smile on her lips. "Yes, Uncle Pont is a good teacher," she comments softly, her tongue reaching out to lick at Modesty's leg a few times in an appeasing manner. "I think the story of the ravens would be interesting though I don't know what a water wagtail is," her tone is honest, a little laugh on the edges as she thinks how funny a water wagtail might appear. Cutlass had described ravens before, a lot of birds really because he had a book on them, so she supposed she fancied ravens due their to intelligence.

"speech"