molten eyes and a smile made for war; spink pony

[Rhonen]

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molten eyes and a smile made for war

Still, he is alone.

Rhonen has begun to wonder if he will ever find a home, or if he is destined to be alone since he lost his family. Perhaps he is only half of a person without his twin, and nobody wants half a person as a friend or anything else. There is only Atrani, and while he loves her quite dearly and always returns to her side, it is not the same as having a home. A whole family.

His family.

Everything would change for him if he knew he had a nephew wandering around Beqanna; if he knew that Nairne had left a son behind here, if he even knew Nairne had been here. But their paths had not crossed – Beqanna was too big a place, and even though they like to pretend they’ll just KNOW when family is about, it’s not true. It had always just been – return to the Falls, and the family will find you. But since the Falls are no more, they have no homing beacon. Their line is finally lost, to wander like so many others.

If you’re into dark tragedies, he’s sure it would make a great one.

Today he is in the Forest, tucked away in the dark. Dark like his encroaching loneliness, if you think like that. (Rhonen does). Unfortunately not dark like his coat, because even in the gloom the chestnut with the slightest akhal-teke shimmer and high white points shines like a beacon.

His exterior certainly doesn’t match his interior thoughts, or even the scowl currently plastered on his face while he stalks under the trees, going nowhere in particular, muttering to himself about how much life sucks.