RHOSWEN,
Dawn broke languidly over the horizon. Clouds of pastel blues and pinks bloomed against the starless black of night. She cut a fine silhouette against the backdrop of endless gold, swallow hips and crimson hair set upon the dawn. For hours through the dark the girl had wandered, thoughts astray with memories of the past, listening to the sand shift with every gentle touch of wind. And she had smiled with each recollection of her childhood, printed like abstract art upon the walls of her mind; how long ago it all seemed now. Rhoswen had been gone only a year, yet somehow it seemed like an entire lifetime; and how her little world had changed. She had heard, of course she had heard, that her brother had been named Sovereign of Night Court but this did not catch Rhos off guard. Reichenbach had always been worthy of greatness; he oozed strength and regalty - it suited him the way laughter suited her. Pride bloomed in the cavernous regions of her ribcage, but it was not alone; something else hissed beside it - jealousy. It stung bitterly, no matter how hard she tried to swallow it down. The storm-eyed girl sighed, snatching up her bloodshot tail and moved forward in an attempt to sideline her contemplation, for now. At last the oasis christened her sight, looming against the desert. In four easy steps, Rhoswen sank into glistening waters, relishing the coolness upon her velveteen body.
@maxence short and not so sweet !
