The Jungle cannot hold Rhonan’s interst. In truth, nothing can. It’s not that he dislikes the Jungle, or being surrounded by women. He simply doesn’t think twice about it. In the same way he doesn’t think twice about leaving the Jungle to venture off to the meadow. Or the Valley. He hasn’t gone yet, but has plans to. He’d like the see the place their father called home, even if he was no father to them but rather a carcass and some sperm.
But he’s been to the meadow, not caring if their mother is watching or yelling or trying to make him stop. Not that she ever seems to be watching him. Just Tytos. Sucks to be the bay one, he supposes. The one that looks more like Dad. Rhonan gets slightly more ignored because he looks like their Mom, because he holds less memories for her. At least, this is what he thinks, though he has no actual clue if that’s the case.
Maybe since he’s fucking gold and white he just looks like Rhy walking out of the Jungle and Myrina doesn’t notice.
Today, Rhonan is actually in the Jungle. It’s a 50/50 shot with the boy. Sometimes he’s lurking in the meadow, hunting for the strange girl from outer space. He doesn’t know that she’s actually from outer space, but she acts like it. Kind of like him, too. They are both awkward and careless and their conversations are normal to him. He likes it, because he doesn’t have to try.
But his brother’s call stops him from thinking about leaving. Perhaps he should actually go spend time with Tytos, who ever seems to leave the Jungle. He must be bored. Rhonan would have smashed his own head in staying here with nothing to do. The golden boy/pretty pretty princess (has he mentioned he hates being gold?) slips through the Jungle with some level of grace and a lot of levels of klutz before he finds Tytos. “Yes?” he says, with the same level of social skills as his walking skills.
rhonan.