Which Craft [Rhythm]

Especially in her old age Rhythm found herself fitting into a motherly type roll. From Valentine’s mysterious litter to the orphaned young of Abaven. It was good for her heart, and she liked to think her presence was a comfort to them. She noticed the subtle change in his voice but she remained silent on the matter as he went on to give her more of a glimpse into his life.

Rhythm grinned at his confession, he sounded so pleased to say it. The notion of young love brought her warmth in her heart. Even through all of the darkness in their world there was always a spark of hope and one could always find love. ”I’m sure he will!” She agreed, wondering what kind of potions and ‘things’ Aureus spoke of. ”Vases like this one are helpful too,” she motioned towards her own creation as she rotated it for more even drying. ”Have you ever seen a cork tree? When you cut the bark to shape it makes an excellent stopper.” Rhythm offered the knowledge, wondering if the crafter’s interest had thought to utilize such a resource.