anyone;

[Rhonen]

rhonen

molten eyes and a smile made for war

He has trouble with the world, because he is angry and scared. Rhonen knows the way to behave – he knows how to be kind, and friendly, and polite. His parents had certainly taught him better, and while young Rhonen may have been headstrong, mischievous, and a little arrogant, he wasn’t the creature he was now. But he doesn’t know how to get back to his old self.

Rhonen doesn’t know if he wants to get back to his old self.

He’s back in the Meadow, watching. Waiting for the evil to return, because he fears every day that it will. That the lack of heavy, oppressive weight in his chest means that Conquest will be free, and that if the other three who had journey with him in that terrible place were also stripped of their powers, so will Death, Famine, and War. He is afraid that this peaceful lull Beqanna is experiencing is short-lived.

While he is watching, he notices her. She is bright like him, but splotched with white. And – eyeless. He raises his head, looks around, but can’t see anyone with her. No one guiding her as she wanders around the Meadow. Rhonen feels something lurch inside of him – is she as angry and scared as he is? He steps forward, coming into range of her, and calls, “Hey, Blondie,” eyeing the lighter color of her mane and tail. “Are you alone out here?”

He wants to be friendly, but still the words come out rough, clipped. The turbulent emotions are always on the surface, no matter what’s inside. That is what he has become.