He stands atop the cliffs of Terastella, a place that he finds comfort in. It is here that he knows even Asterion enjoys. However, the cliffs do not bring him pleasure today, today that bring him fear and sorrow and yet, a sense of familiarity and calm.
Rhone watches as smoke fills the air, bellowing out of the volcano as it rises towards the sky. He know what it is like to live amongst a volcano. After all, it was he who once ruled a stallion band who called a volcano their home. He was used to the way the heat felt upon his back, the way the smoke filled his lungs. And yet, even though a volcano was a reminder of greatness, he knew that this volcano was not meant to erupt in such a manner.
He looks over his shoulder and towards the Dusk Court citadel. He has not been here long, but he has grown to love and appreciate this place. He knows the others must be scared. He knows that they will look to Asterion for answers, but he also knows that Asterion will not have them.
The magic fills his body and he can sense his powers coming to life. Already he can feel the work of Brighton, the God of Earth that he worships. He can feel the way the magic courses through his veins. But even Rhone knows that he cannot calm the volcano alone. It is too far and his magic too weak.
He turns from the cliffs, then, to walk towards the other gathered Dusk Court citizens. He can do nothing to help them but be a friend, a body to talk to. There is very little any of them can do except wait and pray. Wait for the volcano to calm or destroy, pray for peace or a quick death.
***STAFF EDIT
@Rhonehas rolled a 3! He has been awarded +40 signos
