when the colors fade

Pythia does not miss Tide's approach and movement to stand closer to her. Though he's been gone for some time, she still braces to expect the worst. Some of her siblings loved to pranks, she didn't mind. It all came from their insecurity. One day they would see their wrongs. When his playfulness doesn't come through and instead, she's met with seriousness, Pythia knows now the situation is more dire than before.

"The tremors are happening everywhere so why are these not happening everywhere?" Pythia questions with a furrow of her brow. A moment's pause of silence falls over them. Tide looking around, Pythia using the rest of her senses to take in the surroundings. Her nose quivering at the salty air, her toes digging into soft earth. His next statement doesn't gain a reaction. She's used to it. Even his jealous comment about Davey. "Perhaps if you used more than your eyes, girls would spend more time with you too," she responds in lithe tones, almost nonchalant as if she's trying to be gentle, but the condescending undertones and implied eye roll is still there hiding just beneath the surface.

"My nose does not smell anything interesting. My toes feel the dirt as it always is. Soft, churned, as if these channels had just been made, but there is no scent as to what made them," that was the part that worried her. The land did not change for no reason.

"speech"