ti, a drink with jam and bread
11-16-2014, 07:39 PM
Rhythm would agree that it was an achievement and Motif would sigh, still had sitting on the earth as she shifted her weight and attempted to find a more comfortable position to settle her belly. Again Rhythm's words would be an attempt to comfort the mother and Motif would reach forward and nuzzle her sister gently in a wordless thanks at the attempt. She didn't know Rhythm's thoughts once again strayed to the pups future, but perhaps it would have been easy enough to guess. ?Alright Rhy? she said, a cheeky and almost defiant not touching her vocals. ?Did you have any other plans for me today?? she wondered, teasing her sister in that Rhythm perhaps had more control over Motif's day then the queen had. It seemed whenever Rhythm thought she was too mopy she would drag her for a walk and now it seemed she was not beyond throwing food down her sisters gullet. And now, after all this effort Rhythm put it it was clear Motif was out of the depression she had begun to fall in at the start of this trial. "Speech" |
