Gentle Mother

Rhythm didn’t want to linger on thoughts of her son, she knew she had hurt him and knew the rift would not be so easily repaired. She loved that Shaye still held her in high regard, and the fact did well to lift Rhythm’s spirits. She could easily hear the emotion in Shaye’s voice as she said goodbye to the little bird. The old woman knew it was the right decision though, if Feather was feeling anything like she was in her old age the slow down would be perfect. She and the blue feathered avian could use the same arthritis tinctures, and Rhythm knew a set of eyes would be welcomed in her remaining days.

”Head up, Shaye. I’ll take good care of her. You know this won't be the last you’ll see one another.” Rhythm didn’t have any plan on dying in the near future. She planned on hanging on as long as possible, despite how hard it might be. ”Now, let's speak of happier things. How are my grandpups?” A grin spread over her maw, losing a relationship with them had also caused her much worry.