meet the brady bunch
pythia
12-02-2024, 04:32 PM
Finch made a mental note to have Pythia show her the garden soon as she continued to work on gathering more herbs. The younger girl had located some wormwood, but Finch set her sights on a scrubby patch of echinacea. The bright purple blossoms were beginning to fade and looking worse for wear as autumn wore on, but there was still some small amount of life left in them. For a moment, she was struck by the thought that Pythia would never see a color like that, but she didn't give herself easily to pity. She was astute enough to sense that Pythia had her own ways of navigating the world by now and wouldn't much care for any pathos Finch might express on the matter. Still, she spared a few seconds longer than she normally might to admire the coneflower's color before she set about harvesting it, roots and all.
"Perhaps I will send word to the to visit. I'm sure my Auntie would like her children to meet others of the same age, and who knows, perhaps a friendship will spring from it," Finch mused. Theory was... overprotective. She wondered if her cousins had been allowed yet to leave the territory at all, in great contrast to Calliope and Pythia's rearing. Was one choice in parenting more correct than the other? There had to be some middle ground between complete free range and pinned beneath anxiously watchful eyes.
At her next words, Finch deflated. Of course. There was no higher power than Calliope to appeal to. She would be cursed to bow to her jailer as long as she chose to keep her here. A hot flash of frustration lanced through her heart and she was grateful that Pythia could not see the strange expression that twisted her features. Caught somewhere between a rock and a deep, deep chasm. "No... I suppose it hadn't come up. I'm sure she's quite busy with the transition, but I haven't yet met the other sisters you mentioned. Deluge, Siduri - what are they like?" she pressed onward, hoping for some fairytale answer that she knew wasn't coming. Finch set about carefully brushing the soil off of the roots of the echinacea she had harvested and then moved on to another good looking specimen. Setting herself to a task lifted some of the anxiety that had begun brewing and she threw herself whole heartedly into it, trimming back dead leaves and digging with frenetic precision.
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