my shadow tilts its head at me,
spirits in the dark are waiting.
Shadows rarely hiss, though no one but Rhonan is likely to know this. Rhonan does though. He knows how the shadows speak, knows that they are loving in a way most don’t understand. They are only dangerous to those that threaten them (and those that threaten Rhonan, of course). Otherwise, the shadows are agreeable, even friendly in their way. They know Rhonan well, and he considers the darkness his friend. Shadows and Demian were about all the friends Rhonan was likely to get.
“Rhonan,” he offers, not really caring that he hadn’t given his name before. It’s an unimportant thing, really. He nods to the shadow-wolf, and it disappears in search of Demian. Though that was, honestly, just for show. Rhonan knows it’s entirely unnecessary. Demian would be close by, and he’d show his face soon enough.
And, right on cue, Demian joins the little group. The wolf does not come back with the King, however, and Rhonan lets it be. Either the wolf has decided to slip back to shadows on the Valley floor, or it’s off roaming with the wolf pack. Probably the latter, but he never knows for sure once he stops asking for favors.
Demian speaks, lots of words that Rhonan half listens to, and half ignores (as is his usual behavior), though his ears perk just slightly at the mention of fighting with the Chamber. Rhonan had been slightly worried that Demian would stick to this notion of protecting children, playing weak and pathetic and other such nonsense. That was no way to rebuild a powerful kingdom, if you asked Rhonan (and only Demian would ever actually ask Rhonan his opinion on a matter). Playing neutral was how you ended up just like the Falls.
Rhonan has nothing to add, but it’s clear he’s actually paying attention to the conversation now. Curious what plans the Chamber had, and more to the point, what he could do to help. For now, he simply dreams of blanketing the world in darkness. Perhaps that would stop being a dream soon enough.
rhonan.