It was strange how similar the two where, and how at ease being with Rhythm made her feel. But her and Bass where her family, so perhaps it wasn't so strange that being side her left her with the same feeling of ease and love as it did with her brother. So Rhy would sit beside her and the two would make a strange picture, a reflection of one another as they sat beside the stream and Motif poured out her heart to her sister. She needed to do it, needed to tell this story to another, to dump the load that was tensing her shoulders and sending her heart into a flutter. Once the words where out she felt both a lot easier, and a lot more wearier, would Rhythm judge her? Already she deeply dreaded having this same conversation with Bass, she was certain he would judge her and talking with him would leave her feeling wounded. However, her brother probably ought to know what Motif had been getting up to in the Southern Lands, just.. not yet.
The first words out of Rhy's lips would still Motifs anxious wag of her tail and it would open up a feeling in her that made her wish the ground could swallow her, but Motif was far, far to prideful to show her worries, even to her dear sister. Instead, Motif lifted her chin high and met her sisters deep blue gaze. ?Okay, so lets say I did it, are you going to lecture me or ask for the gooey details?? she shot back to her sister, a hint of teasing returning to her voice, and there was definitely a challenge in her sharp yellow eyes.
"Speech"
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