It is not unpleasant here. If you are ready for it, the afterlife is welcoming and warm, full of color and light and a different sort of life. Rhy has been here many times, both before her time and, arguably still before her time. She was young when she passed, but mostly she had been ready. Life was a lightning storm for Rhy – brief and beautiful and over. If it wasn’t for her children, her twins, she would have been entirely ready to go. Death is not an ending though, and she has watched her children, has had the pleasure of meeting her brother even now. In her conversation with him, she realized that her gift to travel between life and death may give her the ability to do so in reverse.

Rhy has yet to try it though. She’s been busier still trying to figure out if there’s some sort of magic in Beqanna that might allow more to converse. The power to walk between life and death is a limited thing, and she wonders if she can find a way to connect more families. There must be something and so she’s been doing her research, asking anyone and everyone about the magic of Beqanna. There are generations upon generations here with knowledge to spare, and her hopes are high.

Electric sparks dance along her skin as they did in life. She is not any different here, really, though perhaps slightly more peaceful. Her life had been wars and death and destruction; her death was peace and quiet and, in its way, life.  After all, almost everyone ends up here eventually.

Today though she is distracted by a mare, head low, ribs and hips threatening to rip through her skin. Rhy turns her course, making her way to the mare with a nicker. “Are you okay?” she asks softly, stopping in front of the mare with concern etched onto her face. It was always hard, at first, but this seemed like more than just dying, more than just getting accustomed to a new way of life. So she waits to see if perhaps her hunch is true.

rhy

the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle