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Rhoswen ►
Tucked away in the great barren desert of Solterra, Rhos had heard little of Denoctian affairs and even less of her King-brother's personal antics. The desert was a cloying protector; sheltering the children of Solis within its perpetual thick heat, a wall of sand and hot air rising high: an invisible shield. And she could never have blamed Reich for not visiting, who could? No crow would ever be welcomed with open arms into the serpent's nest - oh the irony, she breathed, with the knowledge of Raum's insurgence in the court's midst. A bullet of guilt thundered into her chest, making her skin scream and her heart hitch: the heart was a powerful voice, and in a battle between her sense and her emotions, the heart had clearly won. The proof of this victory lay in the gentle swell of her flanks, the stirring of life deep within. She sighed, again. Rhos hoped at least that wherever her parents were now - far above beneath Calligo's ebony wings - they were proud: despite everything, the rose girl truly believed she had done her best to be true to herself. That as all she could do.
Rhoswen!
Stormborne eyes danced, seeking that booming voice and glittering smile. Rhoswen turned with the grace of a bird to face her brother, her chest flowering beneath a steady beat of happiness. It was easy to fall back into the past here, closing off the terrible truths which loomed over every hill, and into the heady sheets of nostalgia she lapsed. Reich himself was as arresting as ever, and the tinkle of those distinctive gold coins never ceased to calm her flightiness. In an instant, he paused - taking in the change her body had undertaken since their last meeting, and Rhoswen could not help the disappointment stinging like acid on the roof of her mouth. The child within her was a blockade, impeding any real attempt to relive the old days when life had seemed so very, very simple. That life was gone for Reich and Rhos, forever.
"Well brother, I think the protocol here is for you to say congratulations," she mused lightly, a bitter smile promising to kiss her velveteen lips. Rhoswen seeped forward, reaching up to brush her muzzle against Reich's in an uncharacteristically tender greeting. "How have you been?"
Rhoswen!
Stormborne eyes danced, seeking that booming voice and glittering smile. Rhoswen turned with the grace of a bird to face her brother, her chest flowering beneath a steady beat of happiness. It was easy to fall back into the past here, closing off the terrible truths which loomed over every hill, and into the heady sheets of nostalgia she lapsed. Reich himself was as arresting as ever, and the tinkle of those distinctive gold coins never ceased to calm her flightiness. In an instant, he paused - taking in the change her body had undertaken since their last meeting, and Rhoswen could not help the disappointment stinging like acid on the roof of her mouth. The child within her was a blockade, impeding any real attempt to relive the old days when life had seemed so very, very simple. That life was gone for Reich and Rhos, forever.
"Well brother, I think the protocol here is for you to say congratulations," she mused lightly, a bitter smile promising to kiss her velveteen lips. Rhoswen seeped forward, reaching up to brush her muzzle against Reich's in an uncharacteristically tender greeting. "How have you been?"
@reichenbach coot
