Rahvin sat on the outer edges of a massive limestone palace in the center of Zygerria's capitol.
Orange eyes shifted across the city as his arm rested on his upraised knee, his other leg dangling over the hundred meter drop down into the courtyard below. He frowned slightly as a breath of warm air struck him, his jacket flipping and fluttering slightly as the gust rushed across him. Even the wind was hot on this world.
Far below in the courtyard he watched a dark haired woman leave and head towards the market. The force flowing through him, he could see her easily, Cerise.
Lips turned down into a scowl.
She was the reason he was here. The reason he was trapped within this palace. The reason that he could not leave and the reason he was the way he was. Cerise was a caretaker, a mother of sorts, though she had always been far more so to Ilyena, than to himself. Still, she claimed to love them both, claimed to want to keep them safe, her excuse for trapping them here.
“She's leaving again.” Rahvin said to the figure sitting on the other side of the pillar.
His sister had joined him up here, though while Rahvin had come to brood, Ilyena had come to read. She did not dwell on what she could not change, though he knew that she was just as unhappy as he was, trapped within this place.
Guarded like prisoners.
Orange eyes shifted across the city as his arm rested on his upraised knee, his other leg dangling over the hundred meter drop down into the courtyard below. He frowned slightly as a breath of warm air struck him, his jacket flipping and fluttering slightly as the gust rushed across him. Even the wind was hot on this world.
Far below in the courtyard he watched a dark haired woman leave and head towards the market. The force flowing through him, he could see her easily, Cerise.
Lips turned down into a scowl.
She was the reason he was here. The reason he was trapped within this palace. The reason that he could not leave and the reason he was the way he was. Cerise was a caretaker, a mother of sorts, though she had always been far more so to Ilyena, than to himself. Still, she claimed to love them both, claimed to want to keep them safe, her excuse for trapping them here.
“She's leaving again.” Rahvin said to the figure sitting on the other side of the pillar.
His sister had joined him up here, though while Rahvin had come to brood, Ilyena had come to read. She did not dwell on what she could not change, though he knew that she was just as unhappy as he was, trapped within this place.
Guarded like prisoners.