my shadow tilts its head at me,
spirits in the dark are waiting.
He had never met their father, doesn’t even know that the orange in his eyes is a remnant of Covet. Not that his eyes are orange entirely, but there’s a ring in his otherwise muddy brown eyes. But in truth, he had never mourned the loss of his father. How could he? He had nothing to mourn, nothing to go on. He couldn’t even conjure early memories like Nayl could. Rhonan had nothing to hold on to there.
Except the Valley. He didn’t know if it was home, not really. But it was Covet’s home, and for now, he was trying. Maybe one day it’d feel like his home too.
But of course, Rhonan has lived a thousand lives, though he’s barely grown. He has created and destroyed, both purposefully and not. In one of his lives, Nayl was dead. Burned, probably unrecognizable in the horde that killed Noah. In this life, she is alive.
And in this life, he sees her in the field. It’s been so long since he’s seen any of his family. Rhonan had never been good at staying, and he’d left the Jungle more often than stayed there. Unlike Tytos, who was tethered by Mom and Nayl. Today though, he figures perhaps he can at least say hello. What a terrible brother to see his own sister and then just leave.
He’s pretty shitty, but not that shitty.
It’s obvious he’s different. Grown, for one. But shadows cling to his coat over the gold, so he’s more black and white than gold and white. He’s getting better with the shadows, and usually he wraps them around him completely, turning them into his own armor or blanket. Or both, if you are Rhonan. They are one in the same, really.
But he leaves some of his normal coat showing through today, mostly because it’s Nayl. There’s another there, and he nods his head slightly, though he sucks at social interactions and most of his focus is on his sister. He does actually remember to introduce himself though, which should probably earn him a party. “Rhonan,” he says, before turning his attention completely to Nayl.
“Sister,” he says, and then falls silent, because he sucks a loving and kind and things like ‘how are you,’ but he’s trying to care by using sister and not Nayl. Trying. Probably failing, but it’s about the best Rhonan can do.
rhonan.