rhiannon di clarevaux, often passing as rhiannon king (her resentment of her surname was unmatched, after all), really needed to decide what to do with her life. at the big age of sixteen, she’d realised some form of stability must be achieved eventually.

naturally, she had a vague idea in mind and absolutely no intention of pursuing it properly.

so she’d ambled into the forest. she wasn’t so sure what she was doing here, beyond her plans to kill an animal or two and make coin from their pelts. orphans lives often pertained cutthroat stakes when they turned to the streets. luckily for king, she wasn’t selective—if she had to sell dead animals to get by, she’d gladly do so. god knows she’d done worse.

now, hunting certainly did not contribute to solving her existential crisis, but she’d delegated fixing that to future rhiannon. present rhiannon had nothing better to do than gather whatever scraps she could.

ambling through the dense forest with her bow and arrow poised in preparation, rhi figured she could locate a rabbit or something equally senseless somewhere towards the heart of the forestry. her footsteps were light, but rapid enough to carry her along quite some distance. she faltered, however, when she processed nearby noise. perhaps a deer was half deceased somewhere, she rationalised, as she neared.

then again, deers didn’t have distinctly humanoid voices. she squinted into the distance, shielding her eyes against imaginary sunlight.

the view was too obscured from where she stood, tucked behind foliage. perambulating nearer, curious eyes fixated upon you. and, shit, you were staring back at her.

rhiannon didn’t speak for a prolonged moment—her brows knit together and she shifted in place, bow lowering, then lifting again. she seemed to move absently, like her measures were precautionary.

she remained perfectly motionless, though her eyes were flitting around warily—and wearily. the long traipse through the forest had her slightly disorientated. "who are you?” she inquired, tone mildly indignant, as though you were trespassing. her head reared back minutely, mouth tightening into a half-formed frown.