ancient history

Poem’s dark ears perked forward as she listened to her grandmother’s words as she brought them back to the past. There were a lot of names, but not a whole lotof substance. She wondered how the lesson might be livened. What were these wolves like? Why had they decided to come here all those years ago? Were they buried nearby, could they visit their graves? Could they visit Dimenticato?

She offered Spirit a supportive smile as he asked his question, the same thing on her mind. ”And what were your grandparents like? Your parents?” She asked a bit more curiously. ”What did they look like?” She knew that at one point her grandmother had her colored eyes, and her father did too. Poem took heavily after Rhyme, but Spirit looked a lot like Eulogy and Rhythm.