Writers keep writing what they write - Singing + bonfire

[RHINESTONE.]

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

As of late, Rhinestone had found himself growing more and more worried over how Medusa was doing. She claimed that she was alright, brushing off his concerns and the concerns of others, particularly when they were asking about her nightmares. The serval didn't want to push too hard, knowing that doing so could eventually end up just doing the opposite, and causing her to retreat even further into a shell. So, instead of shoving his nose into her business, Rhine had opted to watch from afar, keeping an eye on his primus as she went about her daily life. Luckily, he didn't even look suspicious while doing so, considering it was his job as leader to keep an eye on things, anyways. It was because of his watchful habits that he had noticed Medusa moving out of camp during the night, the front half of his lanky form sticking out of his den when he caught sight of her. He had been trying to get some sleep, enjoying the cool night air as he rested his chin on top of his paws. As he watched her leave, he found a frown of concern coming onto his dark muzzle, and it wasn't long before he got up to follow.

Eventually, Rhinestonestar found his way out to the beach, having to squint a bit in order to properly see what Medusa was doing. His poor eyesight didn't do so well in the dark, and although the fire helped slightly, it also proved to make things worse. The edges of everything began to blur, and the legate just prayed that he didn't go walking straight into the hybrid as he approached. Thankfully, her singing proved to be a boon, since it certainly gave him a point of reference for where she was. After a moment of stumbling around slightly blindly, the serval eventually managed to sit down on the side of the fire opposite Medusa, glancing down at his paws as her singing evolved into outright yelling. Once she had grown silent once again, he finally felt comfortable speaking up, although his voice was slightly unsure, "That was certainly something, Medusa. Where's the song from...?" He didn't know how the song related to her life, but he had a feeling it wasn't in an overwhelmingly positive way.

tags + roleplayed by stilly + the palm glades