SO GLAD THAT I WOKE UP ☆ o, air elementals

[RHINESTONE.]

RHINESTONESTAR ❝ RHINE ❞ LEGATE
"TALKING" || "TELEPATHY"

Exhaustion still gripped Rhinestone as Foamkit grew close, his breathing heavy and slow as he tried to regain some of his former strength. The sound of the child's coughing was ringing in his ears, making him wish that he had earth elementals just so that the ground would open and swallow him up. He never wanted to cause Foam pain, and although the kit hadn't suffered because the serval had intentionally caused the winds, he still felt bad. Even worse, he didn't feel as though he could grow close and reassure the other. It was clear that Foamkit still didn't trust him, from the way the boy shirked away from being close, instead choosing to press into Dovah. It wasn't like Rhine couldn't understand why Foam didn't trust him yet. After all, the other had seen him dead. He had seen his body, and had been wracked by sickness even as he had been thrown into a state of grief. It was natural that his mind would've been racing, and also natural that he wouldn't have trusted the mysterious stranger returning to his leadership. However, knowing the reasoning behind it didn't make Foamkit's actions hurt any less, even if Rhinestone would never dare lash out at the kit for them.

It took another couple of seconds before Rhine was finally able to speak properly again, his lungs seeming to recover a bit as he took a deep gasp inwards. He considered trying to use his newfound powers to recover faster, but he didn't want to screw it up somehow. He didn't have full control yet, and it would've been horrible if he pulled all the air from his own lungs while trying to stabilize them. Shuddering at the thought, the feline nodded slowly before he spoke, his voice understandably rough, "Y... Yeah. Bad wind gone, Foam... I don't know what caused that. Well... I do, but I'm not sure why the wind was still whipping around once I was out of the water. I wasn't trying to make it do that..." He drifted off with a wary look in his pitch black eyes, lifting one of his paws to stare down at it in wonder. It seemed as though he would need to take some time to perfect this new power, once he had a chance to do so away from others. He didn't want anybody else getting injured from him trying to conquer his elementals, after all.

tags + roleplayed by stilly + the palm glades