It was obvious that her chocolate-coated sister had not been in Alacritia for long: unknowing of any other pack except Abaven; but Harmony would not stress upon that now. She continued her story watching as more and more confused expression and eventually she would stop to allow her dark sister to speak of her own tales of coming to Alacritia. She observed as her dark sister would settle into a relaxed position and begin to shake her head playfully. Manners never really were Rhythm's forte, were they? It seemed that Rhythm had lagged behind the squadron that left the lands of Ahlon in search of more interesting voyages -- yet here she was nonetheless. Lyrics of simple life would flow from inky lips and the pale dame would give a gentle sigh. "Well, life in Alacritia isn't anything like how it is back in Ahlon." Mismatched gems shimmered as she would raise her crown toward the sky, gazing upon the brilliantly smooth blue skies. Just before she would lower herself to the ground in a lying posture, she would speak once more, smooth words flowing from inky lips. "I miss my old home... but I love my new home, despite the tragedies that are possible every day." A gentle shake of her head would be given to her dark sister before her own speech would continue, of her journey to Alacritia.
"Mom and dad..." Her mismatched gems would dull, her crown lowering, her chin barely touching her chest. Oh how she missed them... their love and support... their tender care and embrace... "I hope all is well in Ahlon... and I miss them too... I wish there was some way to send them a message." Perhaps there was some way to send a hidden message. Ahlon was too far from here to be able to howl... and few birds could fly so far... and Abaven needed her. "But I cannot dwell on that for too long, right?" She would force a small smile onto her maw, mismatched gems lightening.
