over the river and through the woods

Rhythm made herself comfortable, laying her thin form over the newly growing grasses. Having Eulogy so close, and knowing that she was blossoming into a woman she never could have been had they been forced to stay where she was born. She felt a huge relief in her heart to know that her captors, and all that associated with them, were dead. She just had to keep the innocents from her mind, they never existed… they never existed..

Her dark thoughts were interrupted by the sound of paw steps approaching, and her silver marked features upturned towards Spirit as he rounded the bend. She couldn’t see how much she took him aback, but she didn’t miss the hesitation nor the slight stutter in his young voice. ”Hello, Spirit.” She returned warmly, her voice quiet but stable. The old woman shifted lightly, silently inviting him to sit, but giving him the option of rejecting her presence without confrontation as well.

”How are you settling in?” She pressed gently with a soft smile on her features and her sightless gaze roughly pointed in his direction as the sparrow, Feather, landed on her shoulder.