wayward goes the wanderer; any

[Rhaegor]

Rhaegor

the playboy

In light of things finally falling into place with Chrseis, her living situation, her father situation, and his telepathy situation, Rhaegor decides that it is once again time to visit his homeland. Well, not Hyaline exactly, but the place that mothers now called home. While he'd met with Solace on a number of occasions and had been welcomed back to the Cove should he like to come, things just hadn't worked out right; but now, they would.

Departing early one morning after a long, romantic goodbye to Chryseis (who had conveniently chosen that same day to go do some visiting in Ischia, which he fully supports without a single hesitation), Rhae thought upon the recent happenings of his life. The scenery passed him by at a frustratingly slow pace as his plague-riddled body insisted on practically crawling across the land. Of course he'd chosen the kingdom across the continent to live upon! When he'd made that decision, it had been with the understanding that he'd be able to fly there and back in an easy day's travel. Now, the journey would take him at least until tomorrow, due to the many stops he needs to take; but all's well. He'll spend some time home again, and it will be okay.

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Upon the morning of his third day travelling, he makes his way into the Cove. He'd stopped longer than anticipated in Hyaline, visiting old haunts of his and his siblings in silence. Visions came to him frequently as he went, of his own future children playing, of war coming to the area, of a flood swallowing the kingdom whole, and of himself walking alongside Chryseis again atop their secret plateau. Hyaline holds such a plethora of memories for the once-prince that he fails to resist the pull to stay an extra night. After all, the Cove would still be there in the morning, and indeed it was.

Walking calmly through the hilly entrance of The Sanctuary, Rhaegor lifts his nose and smells for another. Even more subtly, his mind reaches out to hear for the mind of another; and while some very distant murmurings are heard, one voice sticks out far more loudly than any others. One which he grew alongside in utero, one whose voice he could pick out instantly, despite not being able to hear tone. Unphased by the melancholy thoughts dragging through his younger brother's mind, Rhae leaps into action, picking up the most lively canter he can manage for this final stretch of his journey.

Sviko! He accidentally shouts into the other's mind when he spots his familiar palomino coat. Wincing, the young man decides to explain the telepathy later, and instead closes the distance between them without barely slowing down. Their chests collide in a manly show of affection, legs scrambling momentarily to reestablish their balance. With his neck wrapped around Sviko like this, Rhae almost feels at home; the only thing that could make this better would be to have Will here, but he'd seen her not long ago in Tephra, so he can't fully complain. Only a little.

"Brother," he murmurs, pressing the word lovingly into the other's surprisingly muscled shoulder. Of the three siblings, Koko remains the last of the healthy, with a gleaming coat and a fully developed body to show for it. Stuffing down the jealousy he feels (since he is skinny, bedraggled, ugly mess of a thing these days) in that regard, Rhae releases the littler prince and grins his biggest.

"Sorry to have intruded like that," he whispers. It's just that I'm not that great at this whole telepathy thing yet. Winking roguishly, Rhae nudges the man, hoping to revive him from his somber, mopey mood. It is SO good to see you - please, tell me everything. How are mothers? How are you? How is the East? I miss this place so much.

...my name on your tongue and your tongue on my...