He doesn’t know where his twin is. He doesn’t, for that matter, have any idea where his mother is, or his father, or his older sister. The boy checked the Falls first, of course, skirting the perimeter before delving quickly into the interior; he can’t resist a quick trip into the crystalline blue waters despite the chill in the autumn air. But though the waterfall envelopes him like family, a cool caress against his skin, it isn’t his family. There is Texas, of course, King once more, but he is a distant enough relative to make Rhonen uncertain of familial welcome.
So he goes instead to the Deserts, where his grandmother surely still lives. Yael is as inseparable from the Deserts as he has always assumed his mother to be from the Falls – though he cannot help but wonder at this, since it seems his family has indeed wandered far from the Falls. Rhonen misses his twin – he’s not exactly the emotional declaration type, but it burns within him. Perhaps they are not a Nylee and Alysanne pairing, but there is something there.
The sand is starting to shift beneath his hooves, his chestnut coat taking on a muted but distinct shimmer under the heavy sunshine. It’s strange, a vast difference from his grassy home, but not uncomfortably so. Still, he does not encroach terribly far on the territory of the foreign Kingdom. He knows nothing about their politics or their defenses, and he does not want to offend. He’s simply looking for his family.
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Aubri & Rhonen [twins]