THE EMPTINESS SHOWS → painting

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A REAL ONE, YEAH, SHE'S A STUNNER

Oh, how Rhine missed the faces that had once been so familiar to her. Vaas, Quasar, Medusa... all important to her in different ways, all so desperately missed within her heart. Medusa, a loyal confidant. Vaas, a rough around the edges but kind boyfriend. And Quasar... her son. Brightly colored and quite the loudmouth, but ever so dearly beloved ever since she had taken him in, along with his brother. However, the legate also knew that she had no way of forcing them back with her. Medusa was dead, with seemingly no way to return unless she defied death as herself and Laeglin had done. And in the case of Vaas and Quasar... she had little to no idea where they had gone, and she had spent days upon days searching for the both of them. She had scoured every part of the Glades' territory, only to be left empty handed and even more pained. So, unless they found their way back to her naturally, there was nothing more that she could do.

Still, even as things changed for the worse, they also changed for the better. Although faces had been lost, there were still a great deal of new ones with the Glades, not to mention the most recent return. A return that filled the legate with warmth, as Suga's absence had similarly taken a toll on her. It was because of this that Rhine often wore a smile these days, even with all that had happened. She preferred to focus on the good things, rather than the bad. However, it was difficult for her not to notice Foampaw as she walked into camp, spotting the various cans of paint scattered around him as well.

Gaze drifting up towards the mural he had painted what felt like so long ago, Rhinestone couldn't help the pang of pain that passed through her chest. However, she pushed through, making her way over to where Foam was and offering the youngling a smile. She muttered as she looked up, watching as he rejuvenated creations long faded, "Foam... it's so sweet of you to paint again. It really was quite nice when you did it the first time... do you want any help?" She wasn't sure of how much help she would really be, considering her rudimentary art skills, but it still felt fitting to ask. After all, she cared just as much as he did, at least in her own eyes.

RHINESTONESTAR – PALM GLADES – PENNED BY STILLY – BIO

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