Even though there was the threat of this supposed 'great flood' that would wipe clean the land they lived upon, as sort of a 'cleansing' to start over, Rhiannon couldn't truly find it in herself to care. Right now her focus was on the fact that she was finally, finally with the alluring maiden that had stolen every fiber of her being. The demons that wrought the brindled mare's soul were finally at peace, soothed by the siren's song that could only come from Hotaru's pale lips.

The world could end, and she wouldn't care, for every desire, every whim, every yearning for life was accomplished here. With Hotaru. If the world truly ended, Rhiannon would die happy.

Even as the God of the Earth described their second task in preparation for the coming rains, Rhiannon scarcely heard it. Her ears, and eyes, were focused on the individuals around them, watching and waiting for one of them to try something upon her fair maiden. If any imbecile was brave enough, or stupid enough, they would be met with two sharp horns and a snapping jaw. The mare's posture was rigid with military precision; head held high, hooves squared, haunches taut with coiled bones and muscle, prepped for a fight.

Fuck them all. Let them drown.

Pulled from her reverie by a promiscuous touch to her shoulder, the soldier's head turned towards the object of her affection, brows furrowed in confusion. Before her lips could form an inquiry, Hotaru was speaking, and the feeling of her breath and the sound of her husky words caused the Weaver's loins to stir. "Let's," Rhiannon said softly, sensually, letting the simple word flow from her mouth like a purr. Allowing herself to hang back, the brindled female watched as Hotaru stalked forward like the predator she was, enjoying the view of her hindquarters before grinning ravenously and following after.

Taking the wooden bucket in her mouth, courtesy of the God of the Earth, Rhiannon followed after her beautiful maiden, arriving at the Rotunda with their buckets in tow. Molten-gold and icy-silver oculars eyed a few familiar forms from the distance as they approached, recognizing their allegiance to the Basin, and one being the form of her adoptive mother, Arah. Relief filled her, knowing that Arah would be alright in the coming rains.

Lowering her head beside the form of her coral Queen, Rhiannon plunged the bucket into the cool water, dual-toned eyes watching as the young Alice darted through the water as the bucket slowly filled to the brim. With a warm, breathy chuckle, the Weaver wrapped her teeth around the handle of the bucket and lifted it back onto the shoreline. Hotaru's words caused the soldier to pause, gaze flicking back to that of her maiden, and chuckled once more.

"Always, my beautiful sweet," Rhiannon murmured in response, letting her bucket rest upon the soft grass. As Hotaru's attention seemed to be drawn elsewhere, the Weaver stiffened and followed the phantom's gaze, dual-toned eyes narrowing in contempt as she realized just who Hotaru was looking at. It was the Harpy. The winged Harpy from so many seasons ago. One ear tipped towards her beautiful beloved, listening as Hotaru spoke of how she had stolen the armor that Destry had worn. The knowledge caused a ripple of satisfaction and desire to course through her loins, and unbidden, she laughed, uncaring of any who may hear and stare. Focusing completely on Hotaru, Rhiannon's gaze turned hungry with attraction, dark lips twisting upwards in a satisfied smirk. "Oh, you devious little minx. What a treasure I've gotten in you... No worries, my love. I've crossed this bitch before."

Oh, Rhiannon would watch... And she'd rip those wretched wings from the Harpy's shoulders should the bitch strut their way.

ooc: Nonnie and Ru are here to crash! :D