beautiful creatures

The question was a fair one, and admittedly, all Rhae could remember was being excited. She’d been dreaming of the day since she’d first learned of the tradition from her father. She shook her head softly. “No, not entirely. I think there was a part of me that was anxious I wouldn’t find a companion who would also accept me; my father told me it would take some time but I’d find one to accept eventually… and then Carlys and I just clicked right away.” She explained, remembering their first meeting fondly.

She was the only family that Rhaegara had left.

The topic shifted to packs, in which Rhae saved the information, knowing that she’d need to keep an eye out. Abaven. Winterfell. What had brought her to Borias? She shifted uncomfortable, the nerves settling under her skin as she thought about how to respond. It was a personal answer, but she also did not want to unnerve the girl and backpedal on the progress that had been made on their conversation, so she answered very simply, in two short sentences, her voice holding tightly onto the pain she still felt. “There was a coup by the beta and his daughter… I had to run.”