she slept with wolves without fear
It doesn’t take them long to spot her.
The first to approach is a stallion, young and completely disinterested. She gets the impression he’s only come to her for something to break his monotony. But she finds him far more interesting than he finds her. For beneath his seemingly ordinary exterior, is something she recognizes all too well.
Clearly she’s not the only one well versed in shadows.
The darkness embraces him like a lover, hiding the simple gold coat beneath. She almost smiles at the coincidence. In all her life she’s never met another creature quite like herself. Funny that she should meet another in her first few moments of joining the Valley - perhaps the Queen Illuminate had known more than she’d let on when suggesting she come here.
“Rhonan.” She rolls the name around in her mouth, tasting it. She will remember it.
She’s almost considering revealing herself to him, exposing their similarities, when the sound of another set of hooves stops her. She eyes the approaching chestnut with some interest, though loses it when she realizes that mare is, to her eye anyway, rather ordinary. She is polite though (it would not do to make enemies so early on), and nods in greeting. “Hello Thorunn. I am Rhynn.”
Her eyes can’t help but travel back to Rhonan, following the line of shadows that caress and hide his golden coat. She feels a twinge of something … odd. Is it bitterness? For so long she had thought she was unique. And now here is clear evidence that she is not.
But no matter. He might share her talents with darkness, but they cannot be the same. Differences will no doubt become apparent soon enough - different strengths and weaknesses, differences in desires. There is no point in dwelling over what she cannot change.
“I would like to join the Valley.” She will make her own way, with or without the Queen Illuminate’s ‘help.’
The first to approach is a stallion, young and completely disinterested. She gets the impression he’s only come to her for something to break his monotony. But she finds him far more interesting than he finds her. For beneath his seemingly ordinary exterior, is something she recognizes all too well.
Clearly she’s not the only one well versed in shadows.
The darkness embraces him like a lover, hiding the simple gold coat beneath. She almost smiles at the coincidence. In all her life she’s never met another creature quite like herself. Funny that she should meet another in her first few moments of joining the Valley - perhaps the Queen Illuminate had known more than she’d let on when suggesting she come here.
“Rhonan.” She rolls the name around in her mouth, tasting it. She will remember it.
She’s almost considering revealing herself to him, exposing their similarities, when the sound of another set of hooves stops her. She eyes the approaching chestnut with some interest, though loses it when she realizes that mare is, to her eye anyway, rather ordinary. She is polite though (it would not do to make enemies so early on), and nods in greeting. “Hello Thorunn. I am Rhynn.”
Her eyes can’t help but travel back to Rhonan, following the line of shadows that caress and hide his golden coat. She feels a twinge of something … odd. Is it bitterness? For so long she had thought she was unique. And now here is clear evidence that she is not.
But no matter. He might share her talents with darkness, but they cannot be the same. Differences will no doubt become apparent soon enough - different strengths and weaknesses, differences in desires. There is no point in dwelling over what she cannot change.
“I would like to join the Valley.” She will make her own way, with or without the Queen Illuminate’s ‘help.’
for the wolves knew a lion was among them
rhynn