and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
She wishes half the jungle hadn’t come with them. They only needed Prague and Sunday to go, and maybe Rhy. Even Rhy wasn’t sure if she was necessary. It’s not that she isn’t grateful for the bond that drags more than half the sisters from the Jungle to the Falls. But if they weren’t here, she would have been able to scoop Scorch up in a solidified bundle of electric and fly her ass to the Falls.
She follows though, because it is was Rhy does. She almost doesn’t go, but when they get there, she’s rather glad she has. No one quite seems to know how the healing waters work. Scorch plops in, but they need a member of the Falls to actually make the waters do anything. But they do work, and she can’t help but turn invisible, disappearing from the crowd as nature takes over. Rhy can’t help here. Sunday and Prague can, but Rhy is nothing.
What she can do is find out who’s helping them, and make it a point to thank them later. She does eventually find him, and she jots it down in her head. She’d be a terrible diplomat if she didn’t. Though she also knows the waters work better with a horse from the Falls actually inside the waters, but magic evolves over the years. It has been a long time since her grandfather discovered the healing properties of the water.
Malka arrives before Rhy returns from her little jaunt as a ghost. Malka is speaking now. She doesn’t disagree with Malka though, as much as the two mares have never particularly been close. Prague takes charge, and Rhy keeps slipping through the group until she reaches Sunday. She’s been here, but out of the way, because there were a thousand sisters floating around and they hardly needed her, too.
Besides, she had so little control over her own empathy (it was still too new, too unformed) that she could hardly stand in this crowd without breaking down into a pile of other’s emotions. She had no idea how Sunday did it. Unlike all her other traits, she could not seem to shut this one off.
Still, she was here for Scorch, and though the mare is taken care of, Rhy comes back into partial view when she’s finally beside one of her only real friends. “I’m here for you Scorch. I can’t stay, but I’ll keep checking.” She would never leave Scorch (or any of her sisters), despite what Malka might have thought. She slips back through the crowd before turning fully corporael. “Sunday, Prague,” she says, looking for the two sisters. “Will you stay and take care of Scorch?” She doesn’t ask Malka, because in this, she trusts the once Erinak. Malka would do everything she could.
This is one of the few things Rhy cannot do. She cannot heal, she cannot search out heartbeats. She is many things, but all of them are deadly. Funny, because she descends so much from a family bent on healing. “The rest of us should return to the Jungle. Prague, when you have leads, you’ll be able to let Lyris know, yes?”
They wouldn’t find the child. At least, Rhy doubted. But they would try. Still, if there was reason to believe there had been two – not just Scorch’s size – then there were only a handful of horses in Beqanna that could have magically whisked one of them away.
And so she thinks, only to Prague, Camrynn betrayed the Jungle and Scorch.
But there were really too many sisters there. And as much as it pains her to leave Scorch, she knows it’s time she returns to the Jungle. Time to help Lagertha. She’d be back, even if they never saw her, just to check on her friend. But she knows that the best thing she can do for all of them, for their alliance with the Falls, is to leave the kingdom behind for now.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
