The jungle had never been a favorite place that he had lived. When he was just a boy, it was all that he knew. The jungle was hot, humid, and dangerous, but he had learned to survive and thrive there. He had learned to appreciate the abundant flora and fauna, the waterfalls, and even the drastic changes in weather. And yet, he had lived so many other places. The volcano had been hot, to the point where water was hard to come by. And yet, Rhone had still survived. It was the mountain valley that he had truly called home. The mountain scenery as a background for the beautiful glacier lake. The North had been where he had learned most of his lessons - especially the ones involving love and family.
While Terrestella was different than the jungle, the volcano, or the mountain valley, it was beautiful in and of itself. It had beautiful cliffs that allowed him to see past the horizon. Rhone could only imagine what this place had been like before the flood waters had wiped it out. And as his eyes look to the small sapling that he had grown, he hopes that the Gods will allow the giant oak to grow, to be able to see the beautiful that Rhone knew was possible here.
He finishes his story, the very beginning of his story, when he hears Asterion speak. He nods his head at the notion that not all lessons here would be pleasant either. Rhone knows he is speaking the truth and he is not naïve enough to think this new place would be nothing but happiness and rainbows. "They never are. The hardest lessons are the ones that promote the best growth." The easy lessons were the ones so quickly forgotten, but it was the lessons that broke another down that helped them to build themselves back up again but only stronger. As much as Rhone hated to go through those lessons, he knew that with them came a growth that could not be described into words.
Eyes meet those of the king and he accepts the man’s thanks with a soft smile. "Perhaps my magic will grow and become much more useful than planting a small sapling." He wished he could so easily blanket this place in green, but he was at a loss. His magic simply was not strong enough to do such things.
As Asterion begins to turn away, Rhone watches him turn, but offers a smile at his kind words. "It is my greatest pleasure." Rhone would always be willing to grow more of these small saplings. Over time, he would help to replant Terrestella. It would not be quick or easy, but Rhone was up to the challenge. And as Asterion makes his way back down the cliff, Rhone turns back to the ocean. He sighs heavily, his eyes closing. He takes a moment to feel the wind within his mane, the smell of saltwater fill his lungs. And when he can feel the warmth of the sun on his face, he opens his eyes with a smile. Only when he is satisfied, he turns and begins to head back down the cliff towards the rest of the court. There was more things to plant.
@Asterion
