Every Little Thing She Does

Rhythm fell silent as the woman spoke between themselves. The old lady didn’t know the names spoken nor was she familiar with the Empire. She had been present when the woman’s brother was taken from his pack for the first time but she had not been when Hannibal challenged for Erovare.

The old Destruction jumped slightly as Iolaire suddenly started to bellow laugh. Her dark chocolate ears swiveled in her direction and she wondered if she had succumbed to her drunken stupor. Still Rhythm listened to the information given, she learned a little about the Empire at least. She wasn’t sure where the information would become helpful but it didn’t matter much. ”You are the lucky one, it seems.” She commented softly, wondering if she needed to take responsibility of the tiny drunken woman. If she was alone the rest of the night she could be in danger.