Gramma!

Being in the plains reminded her most of days long gone by. A different time filled with different faces. A different world. The old woman was caught up in memories today, of her moments spent with her sister Motif and how they had been inseparable for so long. She couldn’t even remember the last time they had been together anymore. Still she relived her memories, of Motif and Shaye. Their time near the rapids and time spent together.

Her heart ached today. Feather sang in the tree above her and the river spoke softly to her as she rested beneath a tree. At her advanced age Rhythm wondered if she would manage to make it through the cold of another winter. She had a lot of family to look out for her, but she would embrace her last day. She was old her body was deteriorating and she didn’t want to keep watching the young generation die.

Until that point she would embrace the youth and guide them for as long as she could. A yawn left her lips as her attention was drawn to a call from a young grandchild. Rhythm’s features shifted towards the child as Suspense raced towards her. She grinned and braced lightly as she waited an eager hug in greeting. ”Suspense! Suspense!” Rhythm returned with a chuckle.