RHOSWEN,
Rhoswen had fallen in love with the desert the moment she had laid her eyes upon it. There was something romantic in the desolate aridity of the dunes, something she couldn't quite place - perhaps she didn't want to. She was a passionate creature, alive with fire and brimstone - her skin a layer of silver-kissed smoke barely masking the inferno within. Dancing with the wind, Rhoswen cavorted across the dunes; relishing the way the blistering heat set her muscles alight. There was pleasure to be found in pain. She grasped at the sight of freedom dangling on a thread just inches ahead; fighting for it, almost desperately. Is this what it felt like to be free? Why then could she feel still the hands of something nebulous and nameless gripping at her throat? What was she missing? The red-haired girl snorted, digging her heels into the sand - sending waves of gold flying about her as she slid to a halt. Frustration momentarily melded violently with fervor; many miles Rhoswen had run from that choking sensation - she'd left everything she had ever known behind. How could it still claw at her so?
The sound of footsteps came quite suddenly, causing Rhos' to turn those eerie eyes and high set cheekbones in the direction of this stranger. Shaking out her thick curls, Rhos pivoted to face what appeared to be a girl, well of course a girl: those hips and dainty limbs did not lie. The scent of Solterra clung to this golden-skinned woman, and to this Rhoswen flashed a dauntless smile; it tore across her lips like gasoline upon an oil-slick. This may well be her first encounter with her new court; it had been but a hot minute since she had joined after all. "Salutations, darling."
The sound of footsteps came quite suddenly, causing Rhos' to turn those eerie eyes and high set cheekbones in the direction of this stranger. Shaking out her thick curls, Rhos pivoted to face what appeared to be a girl, well of course a girl: those hips and dainty limbs did not lie. The scent of Solterra clung to this golden-skinned woman, and to this Rhoswen flashed a dauntless smile; it tore across her lips like gasoline upon an oil-slick. This may well be her first encounter with her new court; it had been but a hot minute since she had joined after all. "Salutations, darling."
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