my shadow tilts its head at me,
spirits in the dark are waiting.
Rhonan shouldn’t be surprised that Demian calls the kingdom together. He’d been the one to open his big mouth, but of course, to Rhonan, saying you could take over the kingdom and actually doing it are two very different things. Rhonan has no aspiration for the throne (or any title, really). He has simply become comfortable with the shadows in the Valley, and he has no desire to leave. And so he serves, and will fight in the war, and will do what he can. But lead? Rule? Not Rhonan.
Demian though, he knows, is far better at this. And therefore far more likely to decide Rhonan’s random comments were actually viable ideas. Rhonan doesn’t bother walking, but rather pops through one shadow to a place not too far from where Demian is. He walks the few extra feet into the group (hardly a group, if we’re being honest here), listening as Demian talks.
If the two stallions could read each other’s thoughts, Rhonan would laugh that Demian thinks his speech is short and sweet. To Rhonan, it is anything but. Rhonan would probably have gone with “I’m gonna pretend to be a king, and we’re gonna fix this place,” and called it quits then and there. But this, of course, is why Rhonan would never actually imagine himself as a king.
It’s enough of a shock when his friend turns and looks at him (and ability that is somewhat eerie, given Demian’s lack of eyes). He stands stock still for a few moments too long, entirely uncertain why he’s being called forward. Rhonan is very good at playing with shadows and staying out of the way.
He tries very hard not to sigh, though he suspects he looks a bit resigned as he tightens his blanket of shadows and walks to his friends side, purposefully keeping himself slightly behind Demian as he does so. He doesn’t say anything, because he has nothing to add. Standing here seems like acceptance enough. So instead, he waits, listening as others speak, wondering what they will all say.
rhonan.