my shadow tilts its head at me,
spirits in the dark are waiting.
He leads new faces back to the Valley all the time. The trick, it turns out, is not getting them to agree to come. It’s getting them to stay. He’s not all that sorry about most of them, though he hopes Ana reappears soon. He likes her blunt nature, likes playing in the shadows with her. He doesn’t like having to eat bunnies to please her quite so much, but thankfully she didn’t force that one on him too often. It’s not quite as unpleasant as it sounds, but still, he does generally prefer grass.
A shadow snake comes slithering out the trees, finding Rhonan with a hiss before disappearing through the grass again in the direction of Demian and a newcomer. Not that Rhonan has any idea where the snake is sending him, or that Demian has brought a recruit to the Valley. All he knows is he’s supposed to follow, and so he does.
It’s not like there’s anything better to do.
He hears voices first, before they come into view. Snippets of the conversation float his way, including his name, along with the words friends and different. He sighs, rolling his eyes a bit dramatically, now entirely in their view. “I can still speak for myself, thank you,” he says, and though he sounds mostly serious, there is a slight note of something lighthearted in his reprimand. He doesn’t really mind Demian being Demian, after all. But of course, that’s not going to stop Rhonan from being Rhonan.
Like usual, Rhonan is wearing his coat of shadows. It’s near impossible to tell that his black coat isn’t a coat at all, but rather the darkness drawn tightly around him. He really doesn’t like being pretty pretty princess colored. Black has always suited him better, and now, he can make himself look like nothing remarkable at all. Though the orange ring in his eyes is still visible against his otherwise muddy brown irises. That orange ring is the only thing that marks him as Covet’s son. And not that that makes him special in any way, but it’s the only thing he’s ever had of his father. And so he keeps it.
“Rhonan,” he offers, nodding slightly to the mare that Demian’s brought back. Though what else he’s doing here, he has no idea. The snake must have just wanted him to know there’s a new recruit. Which to be fair, in the Valley, is a pretty eventful day. There wasn’t much else going on around here, after all.
rhonan.