bittersweet symphony

Poem wasn’t far behind her father, but her face was much friendlier. She instantly recognized Tyrian and Alarr, that and her vague puppy memories of Rhythm, but that was mostly the scent of her when the yearling got close enough. She hadn’t met any of her Legion relatives besides the two of them, but like Theory Rhyme told her much of his history while they searched for Motif.

”Hello,” her voice was welcoming as she offered each of them a quick nod, but remembered her grandmother’s blindness. Did she recognize her voice? The others she could make the educated guess they were her father’s family. ”Welcome to Abaven.” She offered to Rhythm warmly before extending it to her relatives.