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Rhoswen ►
From behind great moonlike eyes Rhoswen watched the stranger jolt from depths of thought, spinning upon ribbons of dark lavender to face her own ethereal frame. Rhos was the flicker of a naked unsheltered flame before this woman's silent tumult: delicate, raw, enduring. She knew the pegasus would detect her Solterran allegiance with an involuntary ease (for the scent of baked sand clings long and heavy into night) but - of course - she was not afraid; what does the King's sister have to fear within his castle? An expression of faint recognition, be it cordial or callous, sweeps across the woman's face, and although Rhoswen did not react, waiting in the darkness for a response to her words, she wondered just how well known it was that Reichenbach had not been an only child. Certainly, they were not siblings by blood - and certainly, Rhoswen had appreciated her brother's grievous childhood before reaching Denocte, but it seemed, to her, that the bond her family shared eclipsed all of that. A soundless sigh befell those tender roseate lips at the thought of her parents and siblings; who knew where Rühm and Rhaegar were now.
"Would you like to walk with me? Maybe this long night can turn around for the both of us,"
A chuckle blooms into the cold darkness as the winged mare replied; it seemed Rhos was not the only troubled soul tonight. If the mare harboured any resentment for Rhoswen's unmistakeable connection to Solis she did not show it, and the gold-hearted girl could not deny a gentle ripple of relief cresting her head and rolling down her shoulders; for once, she did not have the energy for barbs. Stepping forward, the clacking sound of her hooves upon ancient stone ringing dutifully, Rhos offered a short smile. "Certainly, if Calligo will have me." Her voice strains, an ounce of cynicism creeping from her tongue: when had Calligo ever given her grace? Regardless, she walked on - defiant even in fatigue. "I am Rhoswen, by the way."
@Aislinn suuuuch a meh post but i wanted to get somethingg up <3
"Would you like to walk with me? Maybe this long night can turn around for the both of us,"
A chuckle blooms into the cold darkness as the winged mare replied; it seemed Rhos was not the only troubled soul tonight. If the mare harboured any resentment for Rhoswen's unmistakeable connection to Solis she did not show it, and the gold-hearted girl could not deny a gentle ripple of relief cresting her head and rolling down her shoulders; for once, she did not have the energy for barbs. Stepping forward, the clacking sound of her hooves upon ancient stone ringing dutifully, Rhos offered a short smile. "Certainly, if Calligo will have me." Her voice strains, an ounce of cynicism creeping from her tongue: when had Calligo ever given her grace? Regardless, she walked on - defiant even in fatigue. "I am Rhoswen, by the way."
@Aislinn suuuuch a meh post but i wanted to get somethingg up <3
