meet the brady bunch

Pythia hums at Finch's comment. She knew, understood even, that not everyone believed in the divine. Hell (excuse her language!), not even her whole family believed in it. Her own mother had taught each litter a different level of Abraxas from devout like Pythia to Abraxas who? with her oldest siblings. It all depended on what one needed from the heavens that would dictate their belief. For Pythia? Her blindness (though it could perfectly be explained from her collie genetics) was one reason, her taller size, and the fact that she came from two moms naturally led her to believe that Abraxas was very much real and looking down upon her reverently.

Instead of commenting, holding her tongue, she listens to Finch dig at the plant, revealing the delicate roots and her inquire about her family more. Finch even asks if she preferred taking the whole plant or specific pieces of it. Rather than start on the tale of her family, Pythia reaches out to feel the plant that Finch had dug up. Her paw moves over the revealed roots and prickly stem. Oh, what she wouldn't give to be able to see the plant and its beauty. "It depends. If I am alone, I take a little as possible. Since I cannot see, I cannot truly tell how much is available. If I am with company, such as yourself, I am comfortable taking more if I can trust you to be honest," her matter of fact tone doesn't denote sweetness like one might imagine with her demure appearance, but she's anything but. "Sakana and Nimbus has a vast garden so if you think they might be interested in some yarrow plants, we should take them more," she nods, grasping another sprig of yarrow for her own supplies before changing the subject.

Thoughtfulness lines her expression as she plunks herself down into a sitting position. "So you have met Calliope and Wake, interesting," something lingers beneath her words. If she were being honest, those were the last two siblings she'd recommend meeting first, but one couldn't always plan those things out. "If you count Jett, who my mother and father lost during their first litter, I have 19 total siblings, and 4 of them are full siblings. Corsair, Tide, Davey, and Lyra are my full siblings and we all share similar wolfdog characteristics. The reason that there are so many of us is because my mother, Modesty, was raised devout Abraxan - at least that is what I call it. I'm unsure of the religion's true name, but Abraxas is our God," she pauses, taking a breath and a moment to shift herself into a more comfortable position.

"Since she was a pup, my grandmother, Toxicity, or Granny Tox as we fondly call her, pressed it upon her own offspring that the only true way to rise into godhood and be one with Abraxas was to avoid sin and further their lineage through pups. At this point, I'm not sure how much my mother believes it, but after Jael's litter, I like to think that she believes it a bit more," her shoulders shrug, a half-smile on her lips. There had been a time where Modesty had been distant, unsure if Pythia would even make it. Fortunately for Pythia, she was destined to prove everyone wrong. "Out of the first litter, Deluge is the only one who still resides with us, the other three has since moved on. The next three litters, which two are of the same age, still reside here as far as I'm aware," Pythia can't help but laugh. It truly was a lot of siblings to keep track of! "Do you have any questions?" Her gaze moves away, as if she could truly see their surroundings.

"speech"