my shadow tilts its head at me,
spirits in the dark are waiting.
He has never really thought of Ana as more or less than he and Rhynn. He’s always simply thought of her as slightly different, made of shadows where he and Rhynn simply embraced them. No, what he’s always seen is the potential they have together, the trio of them (though mostly he thinks of Ana, a fact he will not admit to anyone). Imagine - casting half the world into darkness, popping portals up beneath their enemies feet, sending a million spies out to anywhere and everywhere.
He isn’t sure if he thirsts for desctruction or not. But he knows that they are capable of it. That the three of them bring something to the Valley, to each other, that may quite unlike anything before and anything after. If you exclude the magicians, of course. They don’t really count.
The idea of it all excites him, just a bit. It’s more than he can say of most anything else.
Rhynn find them, addressing him as if he actually has manners or has ever introduced anyone in his life. He can’t help but laugh slightly. Ana is quick to introduce herself anyway, and Rhonan grins slightly at the spitfire shadow mare. They both know that it’s entirely possible Rhonan could control her, since he can control the very substance she’s made of. But he loves that he’d never dream of messing with her.
Even he’s not stupid enough to face those consequences.
He’s not entirely sure he wants to get involved at this point, as Ana steps in front of him. He’s got back enough social graces as it is, and getting between two very capable women seemed like the dumbest idea anyone could have. So he hangs back, though he’s still grinning just slightly.
He does add though, because he suspects it will help soften Ana slightly, “This is my teacher. She taught me how to embrace the shadows.” Because it is true, and the only reason Ana hasn’t bitten his head off is because he learned how to ask, not demand, of the shadows.
rhonan.