He is his parent’s child. Myrina may love the Jungle, but she’s never really served it. Covet certainly served the Valley, but still, in the end he didn’t give two many shits about too many things. His is a product of his mother’s pretty pretty princess coat (with a tinge of orange in his eyes to hint of his father) and his father’s sheer awkward apathy. Not that he’s never ever known his father, so he wouldn’t really know this. He takes after his father in that he will never be a diplomat either. He’s no good with words, and doesn’t really care to try.
The stallion is pleasant, welcoming him in easy enough. If pressed, despite Rhonan’s lack of social graces, he would have to admit that it’s good to be back in normal company again. Whenever he’s alone, he swears he spies Noah out of the corner of his eye. But Noah is gone. Noah may never have been real in the first place. He still doesn’t know, and sometimes he can’t help but wonder if the demon ever plopped him back in Beqanna at all.
Reality, to him, has become a strange concept. And the entire realization that he’s lived so many lives (all of them horrible) makes him reluctant to try again. The boy has burned and killed and destroyed everything he’s ever had – not purposefully, but still, it was all gone. Not that he currently intended to inform the residents of the Valley of this. Or anyone. No one would want him then. Hell, they probably barely wanted him now.
Demian seems interested at the mention of his father though, and so Rhonan answers. “Covet. Never met him. Just know he lived here.” He doesn’t seem upset about this, and he isn’t. How could he miss something he never had? Hell, when Beqanna had burned (that had been a dream, hadn’t it?), he hadn’t even been sad at the realization his brother and mother burned with it. But he misses his crow, and he misses Noah.
And then, just because he’s still an asshole, despite his strange young life, “I heard the Chamber’s the one with the heart. Which seems creepy as fuck, so I didn’t go there.”
rhonan.