meet the brady bunch

Wishing for another sprig of the wormwood, Pythia reaches out toward the base of the bush. One ear still on Finch as the girl speaks, Pythia focuses on the plant. Gingerly grasping the base where stem meets stalk, she bends her head and breaks off the sprig. Again, a not so delicious taste spreads over her tongue, making her quickly place it off to the side so that she can rid her buds of the flavor. With two sprigs down and one to go, she lets out a thoughtful hum at Finch's over.

"I do hope you do. Our borders are generally open for most as long as word is sent ahead of time. My father is not keen on surprises as of late," Pythia adds the last bit with a frown. She has heard the late night patrols and worried conversations. Gilgamesh hasn't been quite in his right mind as of late and though no one cared to let her try and help, she still worried for him. That tingle of emotion wouldn't last long when Finch's words break the companionable silence once more.

"Yes, now that they're transitioning, I'm sure there is plenty for them to do," Pythia nods, trying to help Finch feel not so bad about not being informed yet. The only reason Pythia knew was because she'd been snooping. No one really pays attention to the blind girl. They let her sleep in the furs near their mother and never give her a second look. Of course, there are days where she truly cannot leave the treehouse. With every other sense being extremely overwhelming, having a quiet, calm, and dark place to rest was necessary.

"Ah, yes. Deluge and Siduri. Siduri is the nicest, by far," Pythia nods her head as she mulls over the best way to say things. "Though she is dangerous. She had been hit in the head hard enough that it knocked a few rocks loose and she can be unpredictable if upset," her lips pull down, once more anxious that she couldn't help her family member. Sid was in good paws though - Sakana was never far off to help. "Deluge is the oldest so she's the most mature, but perhaps the most unhinged. She sort of, uh, excuse my language, doesn't give a fuck?" Her nose wrinkles, hating how the vulgar language tasted, but there wasn't any better way to put it.

"Comparing the three, you lucked out. Calliope is called the Insidious one for a reason, but that also means she's the most protective. Deluge will throw anyone out at any moment. Siduri, like I said, is the nicest, but also the softest. I'm not Calliope's biggest fan because she has no empathy toward many," especially the blind girl who should've died according to Cal, "but she'll also keep you far out of harms way." There's a sort of tenseness to her tone that she can't hide. Indeed, her family was quite unruly and wild, but they were still good wolves deep down. "Does that answer your questions?" Pythia ends, curious if Finch wanted to know any more.

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