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Romina
I'm running with the wolves tonight, the hunter's moon is shining
I'm running with the wolves tonight, the hunter's moon is shining
Whatever Ru'in thought of her trailing farther and farther into the south, Romina did not stop to worry about. He would follow her everywhere, she had made sure of that. Part of it was his natural devotion to her, and she to him. They would sooner burn together than lose the other in any way, and Romina had built off that twisted co-dependence with her natural inclinations towards trial and error. Science and psychology. It had started innocently, in their youth. Hide and seek was simply a weapon to bring him to her side, to ensure he could find her in any land, hunt her down if ever she were taken from his side. But while others may have looked down upon her as cruel and controlling, manipulative, Romina could see none of it. She loved her brother, with a violent, possessive kind of love. She would raize civilizations and conquer worlds for his sake, would destroy any who spoke ill of him where her ears could catch the sound of their treachery. She was merely insuring that he loved her just as deeply, that was all.
So as they followed the stretch of glittering oceans down the eastern coast, and the siren's call echoed across the land with a surety she had not yet experienced, Romina's soft ears pricked with veritable interest. There was no need to tell Ru'in they'd be investigating, but his soft, warm breath against her flank was assurance that he would follow her to the source. And already the venture was proving exciting and viable, with how a bridge magically formed for their tri-toed hooves. Encouraging them, drawing them forth. Romina hummed her pleasure in her throat, delicately picking her way across the sea wreckage to the beast that awaited them.
They gathered like flies, and Romina sniffed delicately, hating crowds just as much as her brother in this sense. She would rather be like their mother, commanding attention at the head of the crowd rather than hiding within it, nothing but another faceless number clamoring for the attention of the magical creature. It felt far too much like groveling, and she intensely despised those that crowded too close, feeling her short stature too keenly.
Romina was distracted by her brother's breath against her ears, prompting a natural, warm smile across the girl's pale lips. Oh how he could turn her emotions like the moon's force against the tides. "Perhaps it's another God?" Neither had come face to face with the Helovian gods, but this one did not seem to be part of the collectible set they'd been given in Helovia. A Rift god then? Or...perhaps something new? "Powerful at least, if it made us the bridge." Which meant it was important to Romina, then. She had quite an eye for powerful pieces on the chess board, if she were to outmaneuver them in the future. Idly she turned her face into the crook of Ru'in's horns, running her lips along the cool familiarity of their texture. Only time would tell what this creature sought from them.
@Ru'in it hates tagging Ru
