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Rhythm had every right to be a grumpy old lady, she’d been through a lot in her long life. Still, she had always preferred to be sweet and welcoming. It was in her nature. She rarely found an enemy, and flies with honey and vinegar and all that. The woman thanked her and moved in slightly as she went to gather her own bit of clay. Her question would not go unanswered, it seemed the younger woman was only just getting into pottery herself, and that fact easily reminded her of Poem and her still new efforts with the art.

The old woman had spent countless hours shaping earth when she had been a captive, it was a good way to get her mind off the atrocities committed against her. The hobby pulled her through more than one difficult day and even now she continued. She was helping to expand Abaven’s wealth, and to teach the young her craft. ”There are some incredibly innovative individuals aren’t there?” She commented softly as she gathered up enough clay for a decent sized piece.

”No, no offense taken at all.” She offered up the stranger a quick grin. ”My name is Rhythm Destruction, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintances.” She continued to work on the earth beneath her silver marked paws. ”Would you like a demonstration?”