He would be surprised, if he could read minds (he cannot not, he is as normal as pretty pretty princesses come), to know she thought him shy. He wasn’t shy. At least, he didn’t think so. He had no qualms about walking around or up to strangers or anything such thing. He was simply awkward and uncertain of what he was actually supposed to do. His older sister seemed to always know just what to do, but she was busy running about trying to make herself a Queen. He couldn’t be bothered to follow her, because clearly, he was not going to be the Jungle Queen one day.
His mother didn’t seem to know what to do either. She mostly didn’t do anything. If he’d ever met his father, the similarities might have been obvious. Covet, who knew when to show up but had all the social graces of the monkey’s in the Jungle. Which, to be fair to Rhonan, were about his only friends. Clearly he wasn’t going to grow up in to some dapper young gentleman.
His Arabian heritage might help in the looks department somewhat. And growing up and not having legs too long and thin for his body, ears too big for his head, and a normal rather than baby fuzz coat would all help as well. But his father had been anything but handsome, and there’s enough Mustang in his lines that he’ll never really be lithe and pretty. Not that he wants to be. Rhonan doesn’t care, really. He has no concept of what he looks like, other than gold and white and fucking bright. He’d rather be colored like mud, and look like it too.
The girl replies with her own hi. And then they are silent for a moment, her head cocked as she studies him like he’s some science experiment gone wrong. Hell, maybe he is. Time will tell on that one, it seems. He doesn’t mind; he just stands there looking back at her with those strange muddy brown eyes with the orange ring, like a pumpkin stuck in a mud puddle.
Eventually, she breaks the silence. “Yea. It’s freezing here.” Clearly he’s not real worried about being macho either. No babe, it’s not cold. Here, let me keep you warm. Which would just be hilarious, because he’s too small to keep anyone warm. He’s more like a teddy bear right now, with his fuzzy gold coat and too-large eyeballs. Everything is too damn large. “It’s warm where I live,” he adds, like this explains everything, rather than the snow on the ground and her coat.
rhonan.