a smile made for war; any

[Rhonen]

rhonen

molten eyes and a smile made for war

He takes his eyes off of her – his daughter, the last important thing he still has – and she disappears. Rhonen spends days – or was it hours? – desperately searching for her, and contemplating what he would do if she was gone forever.


The answer certainly wasn’t ‘go on existing in some fashion of a reasonable life’.


At some pint after he panicked and before he did something rash, she’d reappeared in the Meadow, stumbling and half delirious, clearly ill and honestly confirming every deep-seated fear he’d ever had about allowing himself to care for someone again. But whatever was wrong with her, Noah had insisted on one thing: they had to go to Pangea.


Rhonen isn’t living under a rock, so even he has heard that the once-feared Kingdom is actually an underwater city now. However, his increasingly delirious child is insistent, and every time she gets upset about his hesitation, flowers start sprouting out of season at her feet, so the chestnut stallion props her up and they make their way to a Kingdom that is – to his chagrin – not underwater.


Noah’s sleeping, fitfully, in the shade of a tall tree. The stallion is standing watch, still wary of the land which clearly shows signs of having been recently underwater, though of course that doesn’t even make sense…though neither does the wound on his daughter’s chest or her newfound ability to cause plants to grow when she experiences strong feelings. It feel suspiciously like the time he saved the world and got cursed with the seal of conquest, so the stallion is jumpy and unhappy.


Understandably.