and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
Rhy should scare the girl. In truth, she should scare just about anyone with half a brain, if they know anything about her. Not that Rhy has any desire to shed blood or hurt anyone unless needed. But she can. She is electric, she has claws and sharp teeth, and she is already dead. What does she have to lose in a battle? She can disappear and strike you in the heart with a well-aimed bolt of lightning. Her enemies would never even know who had killed them, and she didn’t fear retaliation. It was hard to find someone you couldn’t see.
Rhy is, really, the scarier of the two when pair with Lagertha. Which of course is hilarious, actually, when you look at the two of them together. Lagertha, with the horns still on her head and her spiky plant armor when she wants it. Lagertha, with her course words and desire for action. Compared to Rhy, smaller and more delicate, gold and white, with a friendly smile and easy words. You cannot see what she is, not really, until she shows you.
But that, of course, is all the more petrifying really, when you do not know your enemy.
But she means well normally, and her words really are friendly. She smiles as the girl approached. The girl that isn’t really Lagertha’s daughter at all (how could Lagertha hide a pregnancy from Rhy?). But Rhy doesn’t say anything on that matter. In essence, she’d been adopted as Lag’s daughter, and that was good enough.
“Congratulations,” Rhy says when Tiberios introduces himself. It is only polite. He is not her family though, and there’s still a small part of her that hopes one day they will take their home back. But it will not be her that does so. She’s always belonged in the Jungle, even now, when her traits no longer keep her from the Falls. She will follow her grandmother’s legacy, not her father’s. But still, she misses her family. Still, she is glad to see the Falls in seemingly capable hands.
“Thank you for letting us know. I’ll pass the word along to Lagertha of the changes, and your congratulations.” She doesn’t really mention Scorch. Not because she isn’t touched, but because she misses her friend, and she doesn’t entirely trust herself to talk about it. Not that she can’t simply go see Scorch, but still, it is different without the fiery mare in the kingdom. “I’m sure Malka is happy to be put to work,” she adds. Not that Malka and Rhy had ever gotten along, and not that Rhy had much respect for a mare that could claim to love the Jungle and yet leave it. But still, she cannot pretend like she doesn’t appreciate how Malka had given them access to the healing waters.
“The Jungle is well. Thriving, despite our recent loss.” She still doesn’t say Scorch, can’t quite bring herself to string together her friend’s name and the word dead into a sentence. She’d only recently lost her parents, found them in the afterlife without knowing they’d be there. And now Scorch, her only real tie to her family at all. It was too much, really, and so she simply moved on as best she could. The less she thinks of it, the better. “And how is the Falls?”
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
