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Rhone had always been the sort who wanted to know more, who sought out knowledge and drank it in much like a drunk craves alcohol. Rhone had spent much of his time in Terrastella but now it was time that he ventured out to try and learn more about Novus as a whole. And Novus comprised of more places than just the Dusk Court. Novus was seeping with information and history, all of which Rhone was so eager to get to explore. And so, he left the safety of Terrastella and traveled on foot wherever his feet chose to take him.

He had been traveling for days with little rest or food. But as he cam upon a river that baked up to a forest in Delumine, he found it the perfect place to make camp for a few days. You see, the stallion had an affinity with the earth, so being surrounded by trees and rivers and flowers was heaven to him. The sounds of the forest seemed to lull him to sleep most nights, so it was not surprising that this place seemed to call to him.

But as the morning broke and dawn flooded the river bank with light, Rhone stepped from the relative safety of the trees in search of what the river had to teach him today. Where he had started along the river, it was quiet and soothing. It was like  steady brook just trickling along.

But as he came around the bend, traveling further down the river bed, the river began to pick up steam until it was rolling with rapids and white caps. What was once a steady trickling was now a rushing, roaring river. It was deafening and yet, it was oddly quiet.

Up ahead Rhone could see the form of another, standing and looking down at the river as he had once been doing. The picture caused a soft smile to creep over his lips, happy to see that there was another who appreciated nature just as much as he did. As he came upon the stranger, he cleared his throat so he would not startle the man. "Good morrow." He offered the other a tender smile as he paused his walk and kept at a respectable distance. If there was one thing Rhone had learned in this world, it was that not everyone was so welcoming.

@Seir














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the thundering of years passing - by Seir - 10-26-2019, 02:49 PM
RE: the thundering of years passing - by Rhone - 11-28-2019, 01:02 PM
RE: the thundering of years passing - by Seir - 12-30-2019, 01:57 PM
RE: the thundering of years passing - by Rhone - 01-16-2020, 08:10 PM
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