She wanted more, but was unable to explain how.

Maybe she was simply yearning for what was, so focused and captivated by the past that she was unable to let it go, clinging to it like a stubborn, foolish child. It was a common occurrence, for Rhiannon hated change, hated watching the familiar world crumble around her head, rebuilding into something unrecognizable... But in order to survive, to adapt, change was inevitable.

Maybe it was her insecurities. Maybe it was her perfectionism. Maybe the demons that wrought havoc in her head, maybe the death of her mother, then the deaths of her two young sisters, followed by the abandonment of Crowley, of Arah... So many things that were out of her control, that now... Now, control was all that the brindled devil yearned to have.

Control of herself. Her demons. Her lovers. Her friends. Oh, and weren't those far and in between? Because everyone she knew, everyone that she grew to love and let inside her walls, left. They left, but she didn't care anymore. Rhiannon had been a soldier, a crafter, a spy. A recluse, a coward. But not anymore. No longer.

Rhiannon was back, in complete control, and she wanted more... But what she wanted, she had no clue.

The sun had barely peaked above the horizon when Rhiannon found herself standing sentry near the entrance of the Aurora Basin. The day promised to be a mild one, not a cloud in the sky and already the colors of dawn streaked across the land, casting it in a myriad of different colors. There was no reason for her to be standing sentry, not with the watchful, judgmental eyes of the Sentinel covering their mountainous haven, but it gave her purpose. It gave her familiarity, reminding her of her days as a soldier and tending to patrols...

A breath left dark lips, dual-toned eyes troubled as she stared out across the expanse of land before her. This is where she would stay, perhaps even all day, unless something else came along that was far more important... But until that moment came, Rhiannon would stand as still as the Sentinel itself, watching, judging, and hating everything and anything.

Let the world fall apart around her ears, but at least this time, Rhiannon would be there to stand defiantly against it.