The Blue Knight

She grinned at him again, her familiar old cousin. He had been but a tiny little ball of fur the first time she had seen him, and in truth she hadn’t seen him much before she had departed. Now he was grown, big, filled in, an adult in his own right. He didn’t feel like a stranger to her, he felt familiar and comforting, like a pillar of support in her life. Strange, but it must be the Rhythm in him. Her Auntie had always been her favourite family member. The person she could talk to when her and Motif had had a fight, which was to say a lot. She felt the pang of pain at the memory of her mother. She was gone, and Shaye was only just beginning to accept that.

At his reminder, she tucked her own ears to her skull, and narrowed her eyes. The stance wasn’t completely familiar to her, but she was able to fall back to it without too much effort. “Alright Rhyme, only one way to really learn, right? Come get some of this fur.” she teased him, lowering her center of gravity but her slightly bent knees, as she looked up at him, claws digging into the earth, ears to her skull, eyes narrowed, her chin still tucked. She was about as ready as she was going to get.