and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
For those afraid of the Jungle’s cats, Rhy is both the best and worst horse to find you on the border. She is no native Jungle cat, but she’s still a cat. So it’s good, because the predators of the Jungle leave her the hell alone, unless it’s to play. But her claws and teeth, when she wears them, are just as sharp as any others. And it’s bad only if you stumble on her when she’s in lioness form. All the Sisters know the lion in the Jungle is her, but strangers typically do not. Granted, some are smart enough to figure it out. Lions don’t usually live in the Jungle, after all.
Rhy didn’t mind visits that didn’t require her to play diplomat. Sometimes it was a nice change of pace. She’s been a diplomat pretty much all her life, and sometimes she just wants to be her. Wants to wander through the Jungle and talk and do nothing of any consequence. Too much of her time is taken by playing nice. And mostly, Rhy is nice, but sometimes she wishes pretty words weren’t so well ingrained into her head. She’d like to be as blunt as Lagertha’s sometimes.
She could be. Oh, she could be so many things. But she cannot bring herself to stop being Riagan and Rayelle’s golden girl.
The smell that reaches her from the border is familiar. No, she had not been present on Magnus’s other visits, but she’s usually well aware when there are visitors in the Jungle. She simply doesn’t go, if there are enough Sisters already there to take care of the matter. Not to say she doesn’t sneak around the meeting sometimes and eavesdrop. Being half dead had it’s advantages sometimes…invisibility, you know.
She weaves through the trees easily, in horse form today, looking entirely alive and normal. None of her traits are showing when she finds the pair on the border, and she gives them an easy smile and a nod of her head. “I’m Rhy. How can I help you?”
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
