Rhiannon
It was uncommon these days to find Rhiannon at home; she was often busy, either on patrol or attending to other duties around Halo, and when she wasn't working, she found places to be and things to do. Not that she had anything against her home, of course. She adored her parents, who had always doted on her, and there was always something comforting about coming back to the house she still shared with them. But she was also a woman grown, and it was high time for her to get her own place - one day, soon, whenever she found the time.
As the only Cassidy in residence at the moment, Rhiannon stirred at the sound of a familiar voice. Leaving the lunch she'd been working on crafting to simmer on the stove, Rhi hurried to fling open the front door, staring unabashedly at the courier who stood there. He was looking much more put together than the last time she'd seen him, and she had to admit that it was a good change. A professional look, after all, would probably bring in more business. People judged based on appearance more than anything else.
As if in juxtaposition to Tal's neatly groomed appearance, it was clear that Rhi had the day off. She'd thrown on an oversized sweater atop a pair of dark leggings, and her black braids hung loose, tumbling down her shoulders to frame her face. She wasn't entirely unkempt - her pride wouldn't let her completely let go of appearances - but nor was she the polished soldier today, either. It gave her a bit of softness that it was rare, these days, to see.
Hands on her hips, she looked Tal up and down. "Well, it's about time," she told him haughtily, though she did stick a hand out, offering it to Boreal in a way that indicated just how familiar she was with the dragon. "Where in Caido have you been?"
As the only Cassidy in residence at the moment, Rhiannon stirred at the sound of a familiar voice. Leaving the lunch she'd been working on crafting to simmer on the stove, Rhi hurried to fling open the front door, staring unabashedly at the courier who stood there. He was looking much more put together than the last time she'd seen him, and she had to admit that it was a good change. A professional look, after all, would probably bring in more business. People judged based on appearance more than anything else.
As if in juxtaposition to Tal's neatly groomed appearance, it was clear that Rhi had the day off. She'd thrown on an oversized sweater atop a pair of dark leggings, and her black braids hung loose, tumbling down her shoulders to frame her face. She wasn't entirely unkempt - her pride wouldn't let her completely let go of appearances - but nor was she the polished soldier today, either. It gave her a bit of softness that it was rare, these days, to see.
Hands on her hips, she looked Tal up and down. "Well, it's about time," she told him haughtily, though she did stick a hand out, offering it to Boreal in a way that indicated just how familiar she was with the dragon. "Where in Caido have you been?"
they say looks can kill and I might try
