the heart wants

Losing Shaye was one of the most difficult battles she’d fought during her many years. Rhythm had known a lot of tragedy, but outliving her niece was devastating. Knowing all the time wasted avoiding Abaven, would anything have turned out differently if they were closer? Already she knew she was overthinking everything, she couldn’t take on the guilt of still living. There were too many gone before her to do that.

Rhythm didn’t have much to gather or prepare before such a journey but she did have a small amount of medication for her arthritis so Valentine wouldn’t be forced to carry her. She didn’t know what awaited her when she arrived, but knowing she was headed that direction soothed her if only slightly.

”Tyrian?” She called back, sightless gaze looking in his direction as her silver marked ears perked. ”I’m sure you don’t want any of my old bones.” Rhythm returned softly, the humor not quite reaching her expression as she shifted to allow the boy to come sit close with her. She was going to miss the boys a lot, they were turning into wonderful gentlemen and she was immensely proud of them even if she couldn’t call them hers.