Intently her chocolate-coated sister would listen, and a question would stick like a sore thumb from the verse upon verse of speech. She would cock her head to the side just a bit, and think upon the Alacritan timeline since her arrival. Oh, so much had changed. "I don't quite know where to start, Rhythm..." Would she really care for the many vies for many packs and some of Abaven's allies or peaceful friends? Likely not. "Recently, as you already know, Bass was hurt in a fight for one of our pack's members, who was one of my apprentices." Mismatched gems sought the light of the sun in the northern direction, seeking the stars in broad daylight. Was she happy now? Satisfied that she had simply stood and watched the men fight over what the challenger thought of as a lost toy?
Back to the present, Harmony would give only a soft smile, unsure of what else to say. "Let's just say there were a lot of fights." Mismatched gems searched the kaleidoscope gems of her kin, looking for what other curious questions she withheld for the dame to answer if she could.
