| Outcast atk: 4.0 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7.0 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 6 Years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Sparrow |
 | | Rhiannon
We Talked, Together Sharpening a Knife
Like Killing Partners for a Life
Hey, We can Hide the Bodies on the Ride Home
For perhaps the first time in her short life, Rhiannon was troubled. The normally vibrant, sarcastic, witty filly was troubled into a contemplative stupor. Things had changed for her, and honestly, that was something that the young female didn't know how to comprehend. Change, Rhiannon had learned, could be a lot of things. It could be the lengthening of the two horns upon her head, giving her miniscule pains in the top of her cranium, or it could be something far more drastic, like her normally self-assured and rather cocky father quivering in fear at his own daughter or muttering things about 'conspiracies'. Whatever 'conspiracies' were, the brindled filly didn't want to know. They must be terrifying.
Still, back to the point.
The Weaver's daughter had left the small cave that she shared with her father, leaving Talbot there to deal with Crowley and his new collection of mess. Whatever was wrong with the Weaver of the Basin, Nonnie sure hoped that it cleared itself over soon, for she was beginning to miss her father. Sometimes they would go out on little hunting trips for fibers that Crowley could use for crafting, and othertimes the large, horned stallion who she looked so much like would teach her lessons of life. Anymore, however... Well, she just down right missed him to the point where her chest ached in loneliness, even if they were side by side.
And, of course, Elizabeth was no better. Rhiannon gave a bitter scoff at the mere thought of her wayward mother. The Corporal of the Basin had been a rare sight as of late, doing only the Gods knew what and returning on a rarity. While a part of the youngling would always love her mother, as she was bonded to her in a deep, mother-daughter kind of way, a part of Rhiannon couldn't help but feel bothered by her mother. She was never around, and even when she was, she was beginning to act far too haughty for Rhiannon's liking. Arrogance, to the brindled youth, was something earned, and to her, Elizabeth hadn't earned that right yet.
Giving a tiny snort, Rhiannon shook her dainty head furiously. "Grown ups," she muttered to herself, dual-colored eyes narrowed as the ebonite princess strode through the snow. Solid yet slender hooves sunk into the white powder, creating a familiar sound of crunching snow with each step that she took. With every step that she took, the filly found herself growing closer to the hot springs of the Basin. Perhaps a brief soak in the hot waters woudl take her worries away?
Lifting her head and kicking herself into a trot, the youth's lanky frame crossed the snows with little trouble. As she neared with misty airs that signaled the arrival at the hot springs, Rhiannon's silver and golden orbs lingered upon the misty waters, until something, or someone snapped her to attention. A dark mare was beside the hot springs as well, and for the briefest of moments Rhiannon examined her, a name bubbling up in her mind like the way one would recognize a God.
Psyche.
It was the Lady of the Basin, standing there in all of her majesty. Rhiannon counted the feathers and teeth that were strewn in her Lady's mane, and her thin mouth opened slightly in awe. What was Psyche doing here? Wasn't she busy doing... Leaderly things? Adult things? A part of Nonnie wanted to approach and speak to her, but... Would Psyche even want to talk to her? She was, after all, just a filly...
No, the brindled youth remined herself, her own thoughts chasticing her ignorance, I'm not just a filly... I'm Crowley's daughter. Yes... And it was because of that reminder that Nonnie drew herself up to her full height, which wasn't terribly impressive, and sucked in a deep breath. Chest puffed out to make her appear bold, Rhiannon spoke.
"Lady Psyche...?" She questioned, her voice quivering only slightly, "Are you here to take a bath, too?"
[ooc: Sorry for the wait, Rayo! <3 Let the corrupting begin. :D]
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