misty eye of the mountain
02-11-2015, 11:09 PM
Rhythms words where a garbled pleading, no structure, no explanation or argument, just a broken plea that her sister not do this. But... What was Motif doing? She wanted to hear her sister out, and she had done so, and she regretted every moment of this exchange, because she found her sister guilty. Her slow drag through the earth that took her from her sister put her into a world of agony. Rhythm was a part of her, had been a part of her for as long as she could remember, and if she turned her back on her now she might never see her again, because rhythm herself might never forgive Motif for turning her back on her in this moment. With this thought foremost in her mind, she stopped, through she did not turn around or walk back to her sister. "I need...time, to wrap my head around, to adjust to what we are now. Everything I knew has been shaken, can you understand I need time right now?" It was a whisper, but one she forced to be loud enough to carry back to her sister |
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