Solira: The Ocean: that blue is so pretty

Rhiannon, unlike Marshall, never worries about anything - a firm believer in what will be will be, everything happens for a reason and all that. However she also didn't have a weight of a nation resting on her shoulders, heck she didn't even have the responsibility for one other (never mind a whole nation) besides herself to worry about yet. But she liked to think she would be like him - someone who stood up for what they believed in and protected others from harm to the best of her ability but only time would tell. She went unaware that he had delved into her mind, not that she would have been too bothered even if she had known, she would have been impressed he could have found what he was searching for that easily to be honest.

"I think it's pretty... and different. I like it, I think you should stick with it - it suits you I think." She tilts her head to look at him more closely before she steps around him checking all sides. "It's pretty!" She finally exclaims satisfied with her judgement on the situation, returning to stand beside him before she realises she hasn't told him who she is or even bothered to ask who he might be - her manners all went out of the window when she noticed that he was blue. Standing next to him, her pretty seal bay colouring looked rather bland. "I'm Rhiannon by the way. Who are you?"