There's an art to life's distractions
04-28-2015, 03:37 PM
Motif really had introduced exploring to the girl, having taken her at such a young age half way across Alacritis to her father, and then back again a few months later. The poor girl probably knew more of Alarcitis lands at six months then most wolves knew in a year. She wouldn't change a single thing about her daughter however, not her rebellious steak nor the strong sense of opinion she wasn't opposed to sharing and butting heads over with her mother. Chord would point out she wasn't in a position to be throwing around accusations and she shook her head, amused. She wasn't sure what he meant about brother, except that surely he meant himself – through Bass could be bone headed at times. She watched Chord's thoughtful expression, his face was so familiar and yet no so to her, it was a face she had seen on and off all her life but was also changing, they where all of them grown up, neither could ever claim to be children again. “She totally things your the fun uncle that's suppose to bring her all the greatest presents” she teased him, through in truth she hadn't mentioned much about Chord – other then to identify him as family. She had been too caught up everything closer to home, with Rhythm and Shai. |
