There's an art to life's distractions
04-28-2015, 02:39 PM
Motif was utterly unware of Chord's attempts to play peace keeper with Rhythm and Bass. How could she? She didn't speak to Rhythm any more, hadn't seen anything of Chord, and it wasn't something Bass had spoken to her of. Perhaps that was for the best, she really could act like nothing had happened because to her nothing had – Chord had nothing to do with the troubles that had arisen out of Rhythm's departure of Abaven. When she had pounced her brother she had, much to her joy, felt his surprise and attempts to look at her as she spoke. It would be easier for him to do so now that she climbed off him, however. Chord admitted to being busy and she pretended to pout. Chord would know it was all for show, she had a wondering spirit much like Chord herself, only she had allowed herself to be tied down. She would never judge Chord for keeping free. “Haven't we all? Shaye is nearly a year now, and studying healing” she shook her head in astonishment at the mere idea of that, it seemed utterly impossible to her. |
