rhonen
molten eyes and a smile made for war
He’s still cautious, prickly, and trying to stay between the curious filly and the stranger. This becomes rapidly more difficult, as the roan filly listens intently to Yidhra’s description of the undersea world – she had wondered, at times, if she had dreamt her underwater adventure, but the presence of Pangea really risen had been the first clue that it had not been. This accurate description from another who had been under the ocean – images that have been on her mind since the journey – are the next clue that she may have had a real experience.
The mare starts coughing, the movement wracking her thin body, and Noah scowls at her father when he stands impassively, not moving to help at all. She is young, but she has never understood why Rhonen refuses to use his skill for good any more than he would use it for evil – he says any use of it at all might cause problems, but Noah can’t believe that. She wants to make people feel better. As the stallion listens to the mare before him describe her illness and mentally compares the symptoms to Noah’s, wondering if they suffer from the same illness, she has carefully wormed her way to the front of her preoccupied sire, and now she dances forward towards the mare, tiny nose outstretched in greeting.
That draws his attention and he fidgets, beyond worried, lowering his head and ears flicking backwards towards his skull as he has a good idea what his daughter is doing. “Noah, no,” he growls, and she turns an accusing glare on him, and his heart stutters because it reminds him of her mother (not always a good thing, but sometimes he misses Kellyn’s quick wit and firey temper). “I might be able to help her,” the filly argues, sidling closer.
His dark eyes flick between Yidhra and Noah, and though he scowls, something in his eyes seems almost apologetic as they rest on the mare, as if perhaps his bark is worse than his bite. “It’s not that kind of sickness, Noah.” He insists on this, because even though he does not use his powers or even want to have them, he can feel disease when it is present, and he does not feel it in Yidhra. “You need to save your strength.” As if confirming his words, a fit of coughing overtakes the girl, and she stumbles back to collapse against her father, struggling to breathe. Rhonen takes a minute to close his eyes, touch his muzzle to her side, and curse himself for refusing to use his own power, even for Noah.
He simply can’t risk it. Can’t risk the seal being unleashed.
“Noah insisted we come here.” Rhonen answers the mare’s question, perhaps reluctantly and in a voice as soothing as sandpaper on flesh. “She claims she went underwater and brought a piece back, at the behest of Carnage, and that allowed him to raise it from the bottom of the ocean. She wants to make it pretty again.” he gives a short jerk of his head, an obvious gesture towards where there is, once more, fresh greenery sprouting at the hooves of his delirious daughter.
@[Yidhra]