MY SOUL IS AN EMPTY CAROUSEL AT SUNSET
Okay so she had followed him, so what? It was her duty now to watch Raum, to monitor his shadowborne movements so that no Solterran should befall a grisly end by his hand. For if she would not, could not, betray him to Maxence then it was her burden to bear through gritted teeth. Rhoswen had come close, in the midst of a fitful cyclonic rage, to landing three hardened knocks on the Sovereign's throneroom only to falter at the last moments, frozen within herself. How could she, how could she! And so, spitting and hissing, she had withdrawn.
Night had discoloured her fiery skin but heat still rolled from her petite, sharp-edged frame as she ascended the great slopes of Veneror. It's position was much closer to Solterra and the desert than Denocte, and Rhos was thankful for the shorter journey, snidely wondering if the religious cathedral existed closer to Day Court for a reason higher than geographical coincidence.
Having decided to keep a comfortable distance from that tall iron-skinned boy, it was late by the time her hooves struck stone and pillar of this hallowed house. Eyes darker than a winter storm flashed at the sound of voices dancing from within, causing her to quieten her steps - clinging to the shadow despite the natural pull of moonlight. Rhoswen shifted forward, breaching the entrance at last of the divine ground to witness the sight of three umbral silhouettes. One, of course, was Raum - she'd recognise those broad albeit lissome shoulders anywhere - but it took a moment longer for her to distinguish the accompanying women. Mila - the young viperous blonde, and Freya - a strong and pragmatic woman; both crows.
She hadn't see either of them in a long, long time.
Mila's words rang out into the air, and Rhoswen stiffened; what exactly was she insinuating? Freya and Raum, surely not? Teasing the poison-mistress might have been, Rhos found the idea to be suddenly viscous and unpalatable and it stuck like tar to the halls of her head. Snorting, as though to dismiss it entirely, the auburn-haired Solterran finally gave away her presence, moving forward into the silver light. She cast Raum a brief and bleak glance before turning to the girls, her gaze softening - "Well, long time no see..."
@freya @Raum @mila
