my shadow tilts its head at me,
spirits in the dark are waiting.
It is always worth watching the shadows in the Valley. There are two (sometime three, when Ana pops around – literally pops), shadow spinners in the Valley. Though he is by far the most active of them. Granted, he doesn’t actually come out to play very much. He lurks around mostly, pulling and pushing and shaping and dissipating the shadows as he goes. They bend and move with him, anticipating what he might want.
He’s in the middle of shaping a shadow wolf when the call rings out through the kingdom. Rhonan hisses, annoyed at the disturbance in his quiet. He puts a few finishing touches on the shadow wolf before sending it ahead of him to investigate the stranger on the border. Serves whoever it is right for yelling. Rhonana gives the wolf enough head start to beat him to the stranger, before he pops himself through a shadow portal and to the border.
“Did you need to be so loud?” he asks as the dragon-winged Chamberling comes into view. He has no idea this horse is the Lord of the Chamber, and even if he did, he wouldn’t care. Politics was not Rhonan’s forte. Demian will yell at him, but whatever. Then he’ll smooth it all over with pretty words. “Gallows and Fennick are gone. I think you’re looking for Demian now. But what do you want, Chamberling?”
He’s getting bored. And a bored shadow spinner is a dangerous thing. Rhonan is really hoping that his horse is here to tell them war is truly coming. No more rumors. Rhonan will fight, with or without the Valley behind him. But he’s tired of wandering aimlessly. Might as well do something fun.
rhonan.