It is the music that he hears first. Something about the soothing way it travels around him causes him to involuntarily follow it. It calls to him like a ghost in the night. And yet, there is something beautiful about it. He can hear Dierdre’s voice, even Ariannah’s voice, in the way that the pitch changes. It brings on memories of lovers lost and it makes his heart ache for something that he allowed to fall away. Something about all of this seems wrong, and yet, it seems completely right.
But as he follows the music to the gathering of flowers, he cannot help but look around him. He sees a place he’s never ventured before. The earth is stained in blood and he can smell the metallic scent of blood with each step he takes. But as his eyes take in the scenery, he takes notice of the large patch of flowers that clash so brightly against the brown hues of the canyon. The flowers seem out of place and he wonders briefly how such beauty could survive in a place drowned out in blood.
And then he realizes that the flowers, which are not ordinary flowers, cannot be natural. Everything from their appearance to their location seems carefully planned. Magic. He knows magic all too well and he can see that there is magic here.
But Rhone is not the only one here. He sees others. Others who are curious and others who are cautious. Rhone does not fear the dangers of magic. While he has seen both the good and the bad, he cannot help but only see the beauty in what has been gathered here today. And as he stands just within the perimeter of the flowers, he sighs. He is utterly content, unknowing just how dangerous this magic could truly be.
@Random Events
***STAFF EDIT
@Rhonehas rolled a 3! Perhaps he has decided to pick a flower to take home with him; however, bad luck will dog his heels for the next 1 RL month (half an IC season). You can decide what the details of his bad luck entail, pm @nestle or @sid if you want ideas!
