slip slidin' away (don't break a bone rhythm)

Rhythm’s blindness caused her to keep odd hours but she was up early this day. The quietness of the morning rejuvenated her and the old woman enjoyed her peace. However much she liked solitude Rhythm enjoyed being around her family. They were abundant here in Abaven, where the Destruction family was flourishing despite the hardships they’d been forced through. The crunch of snow brought Rhythm’s attention up, her chocolate ears perked towards the boy as he drew more near.

She could smell him before she heard him, but his sweet young voice confirmed his presence and identity to her. He sounded unsure of himself but Rhythm would do her best to assure him, feeling happy that he had thought to come and share his presence with her. ”Hello, Beat.” Rhythm returned the greeting with a grin. Despite the pain in her joints she was having an excellent day. ”Seems you were successful this morning.” She commented on him leaving his kill in the common area. She could smell the pork’s blood on him and felt rather proud. He was her grand nephew, and she knew that his grandma Motif would feel like she did.

”What are you up to today?” She asked him curiously as she stood up, hoping he’d humor her. ”Got a little time for some fun?” She asked with a tilt of her head that almost returned her to a much younger version of herself.

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