He hated to say it, but he missed Asterion. He had hoped the man would have stayed much longer than he had, leading his people in a way that Rhone valued. He had experience in the sovereign department and he felt as though Asterion was leading much like he would have led his own people. He was looking forward to seeing how Terrastella grew under his leadership. But now? Now all of that was gone and Rhone felt lost. He supposed he shouldn’t feel so a lone, but he couldn’t help but feel as though he was the only one here. With Erd missing and Ard out looking for him, Rhone had very few friends left in Dusk Court. It saddened the stallion, but he tried hard not to let that show.
Rhone had to tell himself that Marisol was the new queen and she would continue Asterion’s legacy. Unfortunately for the bay stallion, he didn’t know Marisol. The only interaction he had with her had left a sour taste in his mouth because he questioned her judgement. He knew he shouldn’t have, but he couldn’t help it. Now with that sour taste still lingering, could he trust Marisol as wholeheartedly as he trusted Asterion? He only hoped so.
The morning had started like all the others. The hour was early, far earlier than most cared to be awake. But this early morning, this dawn, was something he enjoyed. The colors of the sky as the sun began to slip above the horizon. As the sky turned pink, purple, orange, and even yellow, Rhone looked out over the cliffs and just stared in awe of his beauty.
Eyes looked to the oak tree that he had planted. It grew where no other trees could grow, it’s roots digging into the limestone cliffs and somehow holding on. Each time Rhone came to this cliff, he used his magic to grow it a little taller, a little wider, and with far more beauty. It was his job, he felt, to continue to make Terrestella beautiful again. Even though he would never watch the sunrise with Asterion again, he would still think about the stallion while he was up here. Surely life here would remain the same. Surely Marisol would do a good job. He had to have faith. He had to have hope that life really would go on and it would go on for the better.
Hope. It was something the stallion had been lacking recently, but it was something he was trying hard to have. He had always been the optimistic stallion and recently, he had found that he tended to be a little pessimistic. Rhone really was trying to be more hopeful, have a little more faith, and smile a little more. He was older than most and this was his place of retirement. Shouldn’t he be enjoying himself?
@Marisol - nothing like watching the sunrise!
