There's an art to life's distractions
04-28-2015, 02:23 PM
Her Aunt was throwing a festival, and Motif decided to drop by to support her family. She didn't know Novella that well, and with the sudden change in her relationship with Rhythm now settling as the normal – that is to say they didn't spoke and where virtually strangers – she suddenly felt that family was precious and didn't want her chances to really get to know them to slip away. She was nearing the meeting place when a familiar scent hit her and her gaze automatically followed the path to alight upon a familiar form. Well she couldn't see his eyes from her vantage point of his back, but she knew exactly was shade of luminescent green they would be. She allowed a mischievous grin to touch her features as she prowled quietly forward. Speaking of not seeing in forever – Chord was a welcome sight. She waited until she was close enough before pouncing on her brother, aiming to get half way over his back from the right side of his body, where she could lean her head forward and lightly tug on his ear with her teeth. “Thought I smelled a rascal!” she told him with the light teasing tone that came easily to here when she spoke to her siblings. Well, of all but one that was... “I haven't seen you in ages Chord” she complained through a mouthful of ear, before letting it go and climbing back of her brothers back. “You haven't come to see me in a while” her tone was jokingly accusatory. |
