Rhiannon
As a hybrid, Rhiannon had shifts of her own, though at present she could only turn into an ursur. She looked forward to the day when she would have a winged shift of her own. She could only imagine how it would feel to fly, how incredibly freeing it had to be. In the meantime, it was strangely satisfying to turn into something as deadly as an ursur, even if she had to be careful back home not to accidentally cross paths with any hunters who wouldn't be able to tell her from a real one.
Rhi released the horseshoe and stepped back, nodding at Thal's admission. Rumor had it that Ancients preferred the heat, and that was something that Halo was sorely lacking. Even having grown up there, Rhi sometimes found herself longing for a bit of warmth, especially in the depths of winter when she had patrols outside the Citadel.
"It can't hurt," Rhi said with a shrug. She wasn't particularly superstitious either, but whatever helped them sleep at night. "I imagine it pays off to keep the crew happy?" She wasn't a leader herself, but as a soldier who followed, she knew that her preferences being taken into account was one way to ensure her loyalty.
Rhi released the horseshoe and stepped back, nodding at Thal's admission. Rumor had it that Ancients preferred the heat, and that was something that Halo was sorely lacking. Even having grown up there, Rhi sometimes found herself longing for a bit of warmth, especially in the depths of winter when she had patrols outside the Citadel.
"It can't hurt," Rhi said with a shrug. She wasn't particularly superstitious either, but whatever helped them sleep at night. "I imagine it pays off to keep the crew happy?" She wasn't a leader herself, but as a soldier who followed, she knew that her preferences being taken into account was one way to ensure her loyalty.
lately I've been dressing for revenge
