objection!

The relationship between herself and her son was still very rocky, but both of them were fully aware of the direction they needed to go. Rhythm would do what she needed to do to soothe Rhyme’s rough relationship with herself. She knew he wasn’t doing it for her, but rather for Shaye. The thought of her niece brought a sharp pain in her chest, she still regretted deeply the end of her life. Taken much too soon the woman should still be here, but if that were the case Rhythm would not be.

She grit her teeth as her mind swirled with emotion, the old woman let out a heavy sigh to release the stress that built within. Relieving her sorrow was a much more difficult action, and she knew that Rhyme was suffering as much or more. Her sad thoughts were disturbed by the sound of a woman’s sweet voice. A quick greeting before approach.

Chocolate ears perked as Rhythm turned her features towards the woman. She had Rhyme’s scent upon her, more obviously than Rhythm had expected. This was no mother of her current grandchildren, and she wondered absently what relationship Rhyme had with her. They were close enough or the woman was high ranking enough, to know who she was. Rhythm’s name fell off her lips and the silver marked elder pulled her lips up in a polite grin despite the sorrow of her thoughts.

”Yes, hello, Samara.” She offered in return with a nod and gesture to allow the tiny woman to take up a place beside her. ”Come and sit with an old woman.” She was curious about Samara’s presence with Rhyme. Was she the one to thank for his recovery? Theory and Poem had told her at length the state their father found himself after losing Shaye. ”Forgive my bluntness, but I’m curious your relationship with Rhyme?” There was only curiosity in her voice, there was no confrontation. She had no real claim on her son, and if Samara was helping him she would only encourage the continuation of his recovery.

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