ancient history

Poem was quick to answer her grandmother’s call. She spent a lot of time with her these days, her presence helped to make her feel closer to her mother. Shaye was gone, but her grandmother remained. She relied heavily on her for emotional support as she continued to mourn the loss of her mother. Poem knew that she would spend the rest of her life missing her and wished that she was still here. Poem wouldn’t be able to have her mother beside her when she started her own family, she wouldn’t have her to explain the changes she would go through as she was brought fully into womanhood.

She grit her teeth as sorrow tried to claim her and she blinked away the tears as she craved Shaye’s presence. White paws carried her to the clearing where Rhythm reclined and with no hesitation she closed the distance between them. ”Grandmother,” She whispered lovingly as she pressed her head into her thick chocolate fur. Just barely she’d with hold her tears as she lowered herself in front of the ancient woman. ”Are you holding a lesson today?”