Had Rhone known that he was being watched, he might not have starting his rebuilding of Terrastella. Rhone had always preferred to be private in his worship, preferring to do things when unnoticed. He wasn’t here to draw attention to himself, to make sure that it was known that he caused the blooming flowers. He would rather do them in secret and then watch others show their wonder at the sight. That was what brought him joy, not showing off for others to see.
So when he hears the voice of another, he is immediately unsure of himself. He knows his gifts are nothing lavish, and as a result it makes him feel a little self-conscious. He felt small. As he slowly turns his head to rest on the king, he now feels small and insignificant. He wished he could do more for this place, but there was only so much he could do with his limited magic.
But instead of dwelling on such things for too long, he turns his attention to the approaching king. He listens quietly, nodding his head softly in understanding. Eyes watching as he offers his own magic to help feed the new grass, flowers, and the small sapling. It was quite beautiful to see, him with his magic to create the plants and the king’s to water and nurture. How ironic was is that his job was to water and nourish his subjects, not just the plants at his feet.
Rhone is silent a moment, listening as he laments about the wrath of a god’s anger. Rhone cannot help but heave a heavy, emotional sigh. "The god’s here are so different…so vengeful." He remembered that most of the gods and goddesses where he had come from were loving, accepting. For the most part, they built up instead of tore down. But from what he’s seen and heard, these gods were so very different.
He smiles softly, though, when Asterion asks his name. Rhone looks out to the sunrise once more before he turns his attention more fully on the bay beside him. "Rhone. My name is Rhone." No longer was it King Rhone, father Rhone, or “Rhone, my lover”. For now, it was just Rhone. This place was a place to forget his past, to right his wrongs, and find some sort of meaning for the remainder of his life. Rhone was here to live out his days in peace. "I did not realize I was not alone up here." He apologizes if his presence had interrupted the king’s day in some way. After all, there weren’t many reasons why someone might come up to the cliffs. Thinking and reflection were one, suicide another. However, something told Rhone that suicide was not on the king’s agenda for today.
@Asterion
