RHOSWEN,
Rhoswen reached Denocte at the break of dawn, having travelled stubbornly through the night. It had been an arduous journey south, one in all honesty she could have done without, what with the appointment of Maxence as her Court's new Sovereign. But, the winged warrior was not the only man to be promoted so: she'd heard of her brother's rise to power, and the swell of pride could not have bound her to Solterra a moment longer. As a boy, Reichenbach had abided within their eldest brother's shadow; the dragon's general, the blue-knuckled guard, and though Rhoswen knew Reich had not ever forsaken Rhaegar, she understood better than any how Reich would thrive in his brother's place now that he was gone. Pride, however, was not the only emotion broiling within her sparrow-boned chest: there was something covetous and indulgent swimming among the plasma of her blood. Knowing that her familial line held a position of high power pleased Rhoswen; oh it pleased her greatly - for she had tucked this knowledge quickly into her arsenal of future ammunition with a smile that oozed arrogance.
The first shards of roseate sunlight doused prairie and girl in a flush of virgin gold. She stood tall; cigarette smoke lingering about her auburn curls, fingers absentmindedly caressing the flowers tucked into the bun set behind her ears. Rhoswen did not often return to the place she had called home as a child. Too many memories haunting these hills as though they were imprinted into the very fabric of the land. It would be a brazen lie to say she did not miss her family - mother, father, brothers - but this visit would be brief; she had neither the time nor the patience to be chasing her past.
The first shards of roseate sunlight doused prairie and girl in a flush of virgin gold. She stood tall; cigarette smoke lingering about her auburn curls, fingers absentmindedly caressing the flowers tucked into the bun set behind her ears. Rhoswen did not often return to the place she had called home as a child. Too many memories haunting these hills as though they were imprinted into the very fabric of the land. It would be a brazen lie to say she did not miss her family - mother, father, brothers - but this visit would be brief; she had neither the time nor the patience to be chasing her past.
@reichenbach sibling thread <3
