Slowly -- yet surely -- the girl had been piecing herself back together. And it had been such a long time she had visited with her sisters, especially Motif. It seemed like forever since they had last had their playful banter. Maybe that could drag her from her glums. With a newfound spring in her step, Harmony would bound across a safer part of the rapids, not slipping once, and emerging on the other side, headed in the direction of her sister's den. When the area came to view, she took note of the rising sun, and the sparkling dew, as well as drying yellow grasses. She took a deep breath, and let out her best opera voice, her head poking into the den. "Mooooootiffffffffff!" Her voice was still hushed and respectful, to not startle her sister. Eagerly, she awaited response.