meet the brady bunch

Finch II

Pythia's energy was a balm compared to stumbling through her interactions with Wake and Calliope. Were the rest of the siblings more like Pythia, or more... volatile? If she had to guess, Finch assumed they all leaned more towards the latter and perhaps the pale-eyed girl before her was the exception, not the rule. She mulled this over as she cleaned off the roots of the yarrow, flicking an ear towards Pythia as she explained her usual harvesting technique. "You can trust me to be honest," she said, not quite used to being the focus of any suspicion. Finch wore her heart and feelings on her sleeve, which is part of what made her current situation so confounding. How could she escape if Calliope could see every thought and intention written clearly on her face? She didn't want to bring the wrath of the Raiders to Avalon's doorstep. Extricating herself would be a delicate process.

"I'd very much like to see the garden," she added earnestly. "At home in Avalon, we tend to large fields and fruit orchards. I find the work deeply satisfying. I'll collect a few more whole plants and see if it might be of interest to them." True to her word, Finch turned and began searching the nearby grasses for more good looking specimens to unearth. As she worked, she listened dutifully to all that Pythia said, keeping quiet but comforted by the fact that Pythia couldn't see the look of abject shock that flashed across her face at the number of her siblings. Nineteen? That neared Avalon's total population! Boisterous crew, indeed.

Another flurry of inscrutable feelings flickered across her face as Pythia explained her mother's - and by extension, her own - religion. Abraxas. That was the same calling that Thalia and, to a lesser extent, Auntie Theory followed. Finch could never quite tell if Theory was a true believer or simply indulged her mate, but it wasn't an uncommon sight to see them quietly praying together deep within the orchard, or leading their children in some ritual that Finch was not privy to the nature of.

Pythia's soft laugh brought her back to reality just as she succeeded in finding another good, healthy sprig of yarrow. Finch set about digging around it again to protect the roots while she pondered for a moment. "I'm familiar with Abraxas, actually - my Auntie and her mate follow the religion, as well as their brood. I believe her mate has always been a devout follower and my Auntie joined later in life. In fact, the pups are about your age, give or take a season. Would you ever be interested in meeting them?" Perhaps if she could arrange a visit, Calliope might see how much Finch was missed... Not that it would sway her warrior's heart. If Calliope was set on keeping Finch here, she wasn't quite sure what she could do (beyond escaping, which would bring chaos to Avalon's door). It wasn't like she could easily challenge for her freedom. Calliope would wipe the floor with her, again and again. A strange shiver raced up her spine as she imagined being bested by her over and over. Finch pushed the thought down and away.

"As for questions... with so many siblings, is there an established inheritor of this pack? You have quite the reputation, as far as I understand it," Finch said carefully, hoping it wasn't a sore subject. She still needed to understand the lay of the land here. Maybe there was a higher power above Calliope she could appeal to?

"speech"

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meet the brady bunch

pythia

Finch II