Times, They Are A-Changin'

*Rhythm* · 01-25-2019, 03:51 PM

took me like 20 years to dig up this table

Rhythm sighed contentedly as she lounged on her boulder, listening to the sound of the wind and the buffalo. Their grunts and rustling were the sound of home. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed the familiarity of the knolls until she was finally returned to them. Being kept away had been torture, and she tried not to think about those days. Valentine’s voice was easy enough to pick out as he summoned her. Thoughts of history were thrown aside as she eagerly went to his call.

The longer she was back the easier it had become to navigate her old home. Neary a misstep was taken as she easily strode over the plains and into the old farmland. Rhythm walked in the direction of where she thought she’d heard him, but when she’d gotten close enough she’d let out a quick call back. They’d find each other quick enough that way. She didn’t lower her nose as she sought to inhale the breeze, searching for his musky scent.

She thought she caught a wiff and headed in the direction, and as the sound of foot falls met her elert ears she called out. ”Looking for me?”
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