[P] she was always meant to be a star

[Rhoswen]

Rhoswen ►

If Reich had been the gunsmoke, Rhoswen was the gun - their youth swayed like washing in the wind, peaceful and unassuming, as though if they tried hard enough they might be able grab hold of it. Wasn't that the deceit of peaceful things? They drifted like butterflies just out of your reach. And in that time between reaching and living, so much had changed. She was now a mother, a pyre, a lover, a liar and the world crumbled like soot and cinder between her hands. Once she had hoped Raum might have anchored her to something, anything, but it was so clear now: he was the catalyst to this all. 

Reich did not speak, he did not need to; their bond shone in the lowlight of dawn, still glistening despite her grief. Her brother swept them both forward, ushering them into a land Rhoswen had refused for so long and - without surprising her - began to hum. The sound of his voice enveloped them all, binding them closer together between an invisible string that both soothed and restricted. If there had ever been another choice for Rhoswen, and her child, it was lost to them now. The red woman glanced down at her silent, weakened child, feeling a myriad of emotions that she did not want to explore, and looked - then - back to Reich. 

Her voice, once made of magma and hot honey, drove like a stake into her brother's melody - gravelled and blunt. "She still has no name," this time she glanced out over the pass to swallow the view of Denocte, her heart chiming like a glass bell, "but I am thinking - Sabine."

@reichenbach sabine derives from the meaning 'woman of the people', rhos wants her to be happy in her court and her community<3