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Ard had no problem just hanging back and letting Erd take charge of the conversation. It was what his bother did best, after all, and it wasn’t like he could offer anything of his own in return.
Instead he just watched Rhone with a cautious eye, jaw clenched and muscles tense. Yes, the stallion seemed nice. He seemed innocent enough, warm and genuine in his own way, and Erd seemed to believe his story, but Ard wasn’t so sure. Back in Luminous, he had encountered a lot of people who had seemed friendly at first, but after time had all revealed their true colors, proving to have been greedy, selfish creatures, manipulating others for their own wealth or gain. Who was to say that Rhone would be no different?
So as Erd happily listened and enthusiastically responded to the larger man’s innocent conversations, Ard watched and waited for everything to go south. A touch of his brother’s downy wings against his side, however, proved to soothe the younger warlock’s tension for the time being. Slowly did coiled muscles begin to relax, his frame shifting, and with a flick of his tail did Ard let out a long, measured breath, visibly seeming to unwind. Erd knew him so well.
Turquoise eyes roamed over Rhone’s features, taking important note for a later time. Taller than they were, as everyone on Novus was, he found that he couldn’t place the bay’s breeding. Some kind of stock-type, given his strong build. Not too tall. Mixed, perhaps? The scent he carried was a wild, but calm one, lacking the wild unpredictability some people carried with them. And his voice… His voice was that of a learned fellow, articulate and forward-thinking. Studious, almost. Ard wondered, if only for a moment, what role Rhone would play within Terrastella. Only time would tell.
Who knew if they would be around long enough to see it.
