Adventures had been scarce, the land she found so interesting revealing no new secrets. Ever since meeting her aunt, Romina could not cease the voice in her mind that whispered how much better the other herdlands must be. How many secrets, puzzles, and people they must hold. Returning to the Basin every evening made her skin crawl, knowing there were so many unturned rocks and untouched soils out there in the great beyond. Waiting for her to explore, conquer, raize, and move on from. Even the blaze of fading summer could not convince her that the Basin was habitable for her and Ru'in. The pervasive could surely did not suit her mother's Arabian blood either, but the Valkyrie was a Queen. Romina couldn't fathom any climate that would dissuade her mother from that role, for she believed nobody better could exist as a Lady. Even if that was ridiculously biased.

Except Romina was no Queen, here. A mere princess, whose golden tiara was side-eyed because of the features she had been born with. Family or no, Romina's nomadic heart demanded fulfillment. So while she was reluctant to trod back into the Basin, past the rubble of metal gleaming in the dying afternoon sun, it was not without a plan formulating in her mind.

Mama did not come to bed until far after she and Ru'in had fallen asleep, leaving their family cavern vacant. Romina's bitterly twisted lips unfurled like a blooming rose as she lifted her pumpkin eyes to the horizon, her twin's looming frame greeting her, backlit by the dying sun. She runs to him, sinuous tail swaying pale strands behind her as she dances across the snow to the warmth of his familiar body. The Banshee presses herself against her brother without hesitation, practically melting into him, wishing to erase all lines and barriers between he and her. What a cruel world it was, that they had been born in different bodies, disconnected. But she will not linger on thoughts like that, not when he is there with her now.

"Ru'in," she croons, like his name is the saving grace of every sinner's soul. Hers in particular, and she will dirty the purity of his wings with her charcoal-stained hands. Sequester her angel away where only she can bathe in his radiance, for nobody else deserved to see that side of him. "It's cold, let's go inside," she says primly, playfully wrapping her teeth around his mane and tugging, eyes warm as she turns and leads the way into the cavern. Never once doubting that he would be following her heels, as faithful to her as she was to him.

Away from the chilled wind of approaching evening, she pressed up against him once more, sharing heat and skin freely. "Have you ever thought of going to one of the other herds, beloved?" She tucks herself against his side, glancing sideways at him from beneath snowy lashes. "Where it is warm, where there are fewer crafters, where Alice cannot follow..." turns her voice wistful and sad purposefully to engage him in this vision she is painting. One of freedom, independence, and adventure. Where I go, you will always follow. But I want you to come willingly.



Romina
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is where I love you