disasters in the making
04-11-2015, 02:41 PM
Her question would be answered with Motif's own name, and that in itself told her enough. She moved closer to take in the sight of the familiar brown girl to see that she was still fit and strong, and Motif would remember that she had been a worthy opponent, back when Motif took sparring far more seriously. The Abaven girl would start to smile, when Mira's next question reached out between them, and Motif hesitated. she was happy to see an old friend, but that didn't mean the other appreciated Motif dropping in on her. She didn't let her doubts faze her, reaching in for the memories of the strong, fierce creature she had been before Rhythm had left her, and she would find it in her to let a smile draw across her lips, her brow to raise in a question that was just as much a challenge. “We are almost on Abaven's borders, I think the bigger question is what are you doing here?” she pointed out, but again there was no unfriendliness to Motif's tone.
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