sins of our fathers

She was beginning to think that Rhyme wasn’t home, and that she had appeared at the border while he was elsewhere. The old woman had long learned to be patient though, and before she could call for Shaye the sound of his paws reached her perked ears. Milky sightless gaze turned towards the direction he came and she offered him a loving smile as he stopped on the other side of the border. Rhythm might have felt hurt by his lack of affection, but she knew very well what he had just gone through.

She hadn’t expected the coldness in his voice as he said her name. Now she was a little hurt, he always called her mother. What had Valentine done to her boy? Even after so many years as slaves he had never been so.. detached. The question was loaded, her ears fell to her skull as she shrunk back. She hadn’t expected such hostility.

”Rhyme,” She started, trying to offer compassion in her voice but he cut her off before she could continue.