The sun was just beginning to rise over Terrastella and Rhone decided that this particular morning, he would watch the sunrise over the cliffs. It was a part of his new home that he had yet to explore, and he figured it would be a good place to see as well as a good place for some silent reflection. You see, Rhone had not been the greatest steward of the gifts he had been given. He’s made a lot of mistakes in his life and now he was paying so dearly for them. At least here, he was able to come to terms with the life he had been given and try to make his stay here in Novus far more beautiful than he had ever expected it to be.
He stood a safe distance from the edge of the cliff, his eyes looking out over the waterline and watching as the sun began to slowly crest over the horizon. The wind whipped through his mane, stinging his eyes and reminding him that he was still alive. He heaved a giant breath, feeling the way the salty sea air stung his lungs. And yet, it felt refreshing.
Eyes looked down to the ground beneath his feet, the dirt blowing in the wind. The land had been ravished far before he had ever arrived. But after the meeting with his other court members, he had volunteered to make this place beautiful again, a little bit at a time. Even though he had not met the gods of this land, he said a silent prayer to Brighton, the god that he had been born to worship.
As his prayer came to a close, the area around him began to sprout grass. It was only a small area, his magic small and limited. But he could feel his magic course through his veins and he enjoyed the way it made his body tingle. Out of the grass sprouted flowers and a single budding tree. It would take years for this small tree to grow into adulthood, but it would have a great start at life. Rhone made sure to implant its roots well, so the wind from the cliffs would not blow it right over.
And when he was satisfied with his small 15ft radius of beauty, he sighed as his magic began to dim. Already he could feel his energy drain. Tomorrow, he would start on the next patch and each day, a new patch would sprout. In due time, this place would be beautiful, he knew it would be.
@Asterion
