[AW] [FALL] i can hear the ocean whisper

[Rhone]

As the lily blossoms from the earth, Rhone hardly notices the way the mare has turned her attention to him. He uses his magic not for attention, but because he feels as though this is how he should honor Asterion. This is what his king would have wanted at his grave site. He would have wanted to see the beauty of Rhone’s magic just as he had seen the beauty of it on the cliff in Terrastella. He had been tickled that Rhone, a newcomer, had offered up his own gifts to repair a land that had been riddled with flooding. So now, he hoped that Asterion was looking down to see the lily, to see the little bit of beauty that Rhone was trying to cultivate.

At her words, Rhone looks over to her and offers her a soft smile. He did not expect for his gift to be recognized, but he wasn’t trying to hide it either. "Thank you. I think Brighton every day for such a gift." Brighton may not be a god here on Novus, but he was the god that Rhone worship for giving him such a gift. It had been Brighton who gave him the ability to manipulate the earth when he lived on Hoof Prince. He had spent his life worshiping the god and now he was showering him with abundant praise.

As she introduces herself, Rhone takes a moment to turn fully towards her, offering her the respect of his full attention. Corrdelia. He recognized the name and the face and it was a pleasure to finally be able to connect the two together. Eyes flicker to the crow who sits perched on her bonded’s shoulder. "It is a pleasure to finally formally meet you both. My name is Rhone." He does not tell her he is the Champion of Wisdom. Titles had always felt odd coming from his lips. It had been a title he hadn’t asked for, but had been given to him by Asterion. And so he would wear it proudly, even if he didn’t always share the title along with his introductions.

At her revelation that she still believed them to all be out there, alive somewhere, he can only nod his head. "I would agree with you…some things aren’t adding up." With Marisol being named regent just before his disappearance, Asterion had also given him his title of champion. It almost was as if he planned to leave. And if he planned to leave, perhaps he wanted them to believe him dead. "I believe he wants us to think he’s dead." He pauses for a moment as he looks to Corrdelia’s eyes. "I don’t think he will be coming back…not any time soon, at least." Perhaps he had things he needed to accomplish. Perhaps he would come back when he had done all he set out to do. There were so many ifs, so many scenarios. But one thing was certain - Asterion wanted them to move on. He wanted them all to be at peace with his departure.

@Corrdelia