Happy Little Clouds

Rhythm toured the lands that had always seemed to shelter Abaven, the thicket was much different these days, but she couldn’t see it to really know. The scents were completely different now, but hopefully they might return to what she once knew. Feather flapped loudly to signal the direction the old blind woman should take. She walked at a leisurely pace, it was a nice day. Rhythm should have brought one of her young grandchildren with her, but the distance got away from her and before she knew it the vaguely familiar scent settled over her.

The old Destruction didn’t know the girl personally, but she couldn’t mistake the subtle notes similar to Valentine. Once chocolate lips pulled back in a soft smile as she approached slowly and called out gently. ”Hello, there.” Dark ears perked and cloudy eyes gazed out.