It was all beautiful. The sunset had a way of calming the stallion. The purple hues leading the sun and moon in a delicate dance. The way the sun washed away the harshness of the day and brought forth the beauty of night. It was something the stallion enjoyed watching, just as he loved to watch the way the sun seemed to break through the clouds and welcome a new day.
Beauty was not only in the sunset, but in the ocean as well. The fading light made the water appear deep navy, the white caps crashing against the rock of the cliffside and spraying a water stream that traveled up the ridge. The taste of salt on his lips was intoxicating. The sound the waves made was refreshing and relaxing. Rhone couldn’t help the way his body relaxed.
And if that was not all beautiful enough, the small oak tree at his sign was the definition of a beautiful miracle. While the tree was not as robust as one needed to thrive here, it was with Rhone’s own magic that it grew. Rhone would come here daily and help it along, helping until it knew the roots could carry the tree through adulthood. While the young tree was about his own height now, he remembered back when it was just a sapling. He had encouraged its growth and no look what it had become! Time would only do more wonders for this little tree.
Eyes turned to look at the stallion as he came closer, the other’s attention also nestled upon the tree. At his words of hesitation, hoping he was not intruding, Rhone could only shake his head at the sooty dunalino. "I welcome company." His words soft, the gaze of his eyes on the other stallion even softer. Lips curl into a smile as he tilts his head, an invitation to join him as he watches the final rays of sunlight dip below the horizon.
He heard the waiver in the stranger’s voice, but he was unsure what made him so uneasy. If he had known that the other was nervous around such a handsome man such as himself, he would have blushed. No one had thought him handsome in a long time. Only Ariannah and Dierdre had eyes for him. His lovers were long, gone, though, and he was left alone and unafraid.
He waited until the other was a hair closer, so they could converse over the crashing of waves below. Rhone was a patient, gentle soul, letting nothing dampen his spirits in this moment. "I am quite surprised. Asterion and I visit here often." While he had only seen the king on the ridge at the moment the oak tree was planted, he knew the king would come here often to reflect, just as he enjoyed doing.
Once more he looked out over the horizon, watching as a dolphin leapt from the sea. It was a beautiful sight and it caused another smile to curl at his lips. "You are always welcome here, it’s nice to have company every once and awhile." Sometimes it could get lonely in silent reflection. Some days he only wanted to be alone, but like today, he did not mind the pleasant conversation. "I’m Rhone, by the way." His words were soft as he gently looked over to the other scholar. He felt as though he might have seen him before, but he couldn’t not place where and he knew he certainly had not properly introduced himself. Now, as Dusk’s Champion of Wisdom, he supposed he should probably get to know those who also called Terrastella home.
@Atlas
