my shadow tilts its head at me,
spirits in the dark are waiting.
Rhonan is actually about to leave. He’s not capable of this. Not even remotely. Guys, girls, it doesn’t matter. Social skills aren’t his forte, let alone dealing with some dude freaking out about being gay or bi or straight.
And then the dude decides to just be an ass, and Rhonan doesn’t even think about it. The shadows jump up around him, creating a wall between Blayd and Rhonan. He doesn’t more, nothing attacks, and it’s only when Blayd really doesn’t move again that Rhonan manages to relax. He doesn’t even mean to freak out about it, honestly, but the shadows seem to do their own thing some time.
They protect him. And after all the hell Rhonan has lived through, he doesn’t mind letting them.
The shadow wall falls away, and Rhonan’s face is a calm. But honestly, he really is calm. He never gets all that upset – he trusts the shadows to do their thing, and he mostly stands back and acts as a conductor. That’s what he is, after all. “Sometimes the shadows control me,” he says simply. It is a warning. Not an unkind one. No, rather it is terribly kind. It’s the best Rhonan can offer. He is too much one with the shadows to really be in control. He can only ask, and sometimes they listen.
“The Valley could use some good men.” Women too; Rhonan doesn’t discriminate. In this case men is the appropriate term though. “There’s plenty of power to be had there, if you’re interested. I can take you.”
rhonan.