and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
There are plenty of reasons for the Chamber to get their panties in a twist. And the number one reason? Because they are the Chamber. Because despite the fact the divisions of good and evil and all that are gone, they are still the Chamber. And Straia is still Straia. She is not kind, or compassionate, or particularly concerned about any loss of life. And neither are most of the horses that follow her. They seek blood, and chaos, and destruction for the sake of it.
“Oh, I know. At least about the successful ones.” She couldn’t know all the attempts that weren’t successful, but she does keep tabs on the captives coming into the Jungle. Lagertha continues, aware of all of Rhy’s concerns. She has no plans to let just anyone go to the Amazons, and so she simply nods her head slightly. If she needs to, she’ll go and remain invisible, just keeping on eye on things. She doesn’t think anything will happen, but of course, it’s hard to tell with her cousin. It would be to their advantage to have the Amazons attack them, with the pine forests acting as it’s own army before the Sisters ever get to the horses.
But Rhy also knows that the relationship between the Valley and the Chamber is tentative, with a new king on the throne. The Chamber stands mostly alone, and it wouldn’t be the smartest move to have the Amazons and all their allies descend on them either.
“Call your meeting, Khaleesi,” she says with a bit of a grin. They might as well get things rolling around here.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
