Spring had always been his favorite time of the year. The temperatures were no longer so cold it felt as though he was freezing well into his bones. It was also not smoldering hot just yet and a breeze was almost always present. Not only was the temperature near perfection, the clouds would bring crisp spring rain that would always lead to new growth of plants and flowers, something the earth-wielding stallion always took pleasure in. Nature had always kept him grounded and it would be nature that kept his mind sane.
But not only did all of these things provide physical warmth, but warmth filled the bay stallion knowing that spring also brought on new life. Even as he stood here beneath the shadow of an old oak tree, he could see a young fawn just barely making it upright on unstable legs. His mind wandered onto his own children and how he had witnessed each and every one of their births. He remembered the way they too struggled to stand. It filled his heart with joy to think of them, even if his relationship with each one of them had been unstable.
But there is something, no someone, that catches his attention and causes him to look away from the young fawn and his mother. Asterion approached him with a gentle nod of his head in greeting. Polite as always, Rhone does the same. "Good morning, Asterion." While it was indeed a perfect morning, Rhone knew that for some in Terrestella that was not having a great morning. He remembered his promise to Ard to help find Erd. Perhaps now would be a good time to bring it up to the king. Rhone could only hope that his request might come with a promise of return and a blessing.
Rhone heaves a heavy sigh, one that spoke of all the feelings he was feeling. Happiness to be home, worry regarding the whereabouts of Erd and Ard’s heartbreak, and fear of the unknown. The island seemed far too good to be true, something he knew deep down he should be weary of. "I am well, though I cannot say the same for some." He had no complaints. Life had been good to him here on Novus, a life that he hoped would continue to be fruitful. "I hope the same can be said of yourself." Hopefully life had been kind to Asterion. The stallion deserved happiness in this world. He was still youthful and had a good head upon his shoulders.
He turned a little, to fully face Asterion as he stood beneath the shade of his oak tree. Eyes rested softly on Asterion’s face, the gaze purposeful. "Have you been made aware that Erd has gone missing?" Rhone would have assumed that Marisol and Theodosia would have told their king of the missing member of Dusk Court. Then again, he didn’t know the two well enough to have any sort of opinion on if they would or would not bother him with such a thing.
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