my shadow tilts its head at me,
spirits in the dark are waiting.
Rhonan, save a conversation? Never. He’s not really very capable of that. Luckily for Blayd, Rhonan is just sort of unphased by the boy’s initial conversation starter. He stays silent for a minute though, mostly trying to figure out if this boy would survive the Valley. The women there were rather likely to chew him up and spit him back out again. The stallions too, probably. Except Fennick, who’d make a joke or be dumbfounded enough to turn into a rock.
“Dude, if you just wanna flirt, I’ll leave. You should probably start a herd.” He pauses for a moment, waiting to see what the other will do. See, if Rhonan had social skills, he’d probably be better suited to reading cues and facial expressions. But he can’t. So he just waits for a response, because it’s about the only thing Rhonan can do.
Eventually, he finally figures he should add something. Because really, this is probably going to go down in history as the world’s most awkward conversation. The only think Rhonan’s managed to do to make it not even more awkward is that he clearly doesn’t seem to care about the advance. He doesn’t reciprocate. Rhonan’s head doesn’t even work like that, really. He sees shadows and non-shadows, and this stallion is not a shadow. This other stallion is not Ana, more specifically.
“If you want a place to join the ranks, work hard, and make something of yourself, then I can offer that.”
rhonan.