It is terribly early. He hates this time of day, would far rather be asleep somewhere beneath the dark trees of the Jungle. He could sleep all day there if it weren’t for the damn heat, but it stayed plenty dark enough. But he’s learned that this is also the best time of day to sneak out. His brother makes it harder, because his brother gets pissed that Rhonan can sneak out and he can’t. It’s not Rhonan’s fault that Tytos isn’t clever enough to figure out how to get past Mom and her damn plants.
So that’s why he’s in the meadow at the ass crack of dawn. His mother and brother are asleep, and Nayl doesn’t seem to care what Rhonan does. He’s the useless child anyway. Tytos and Nayl are closer. Perhaps his family has high hopes for his brother, who holds himself like a prince (though he’s not). Rhonan is the badly behaved, crawling out of the windows, going to flunk out of school kid. He really doesn’t care what they think.
There’s another boy, probably not all that different in age from Rhonan (though Rhonan is not the world’s best judge of ages), standing in the meadow. It’s not that quiet here, honestly, even for the ass crack of dawn. Guess everyone is running from ghosts and nightmares. Rhonan’s just running from his mother. Normal, teenage things. Right? Sure. He makes his way over to the other colt, feeling (like always) like a damn pretty pretty princess. His gold and white coat is dirty, because he refuses to keep it clean, but still the colors catch in the creeping sun. Why couldn’t he be bay, like Tytos? Or black, like his dad and this colt?
Oh well.
“Rhonan,” he offers, and then just comes to stop by the boy. He doesn’t really have much to say, and he’s never been much of a talker. But this is the meadow, and so he doesn’t think much that the other is hunting for personal space either. And if he is, again, oh well.
rhonan.