over the river and through the woods

Rhythm’s life definitely moved at a slower pace these days, but that wasn’t all bad. Now that she was past her prime and far into the golden years it was easier to go slow. To enjoy the moment because her last was right around the corner. The old woman could hear the subtle differences in his voice, the fleeting smile and the slow accomodation to her presence. His energy seemed almost comfortable now.

”Thank you,” she replied softly, only barely even remembering what the bird looked like. To Rhythm she was more of a song than an image in her mind. ”Strawberry sounds lovely.” The silver marked woman told him softly. ”Did you stay back to protect your mom?” Rhythm whispered, proud of him no matter where he was during the raid. ”Feather used to be Shaye’s bird, a long while ago.” The old woman sighed softly, feeling keenly the hole in her heart that her niece left. "She retired with me, and we've been friends since."