and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
Today, she heads to the field. Maybe it’ll be good for her to get out of the Jungle, for her to just do something a little different. Not that she has never come to the field, but she finds herself too busy in the Jungle more often than not to actually make it out and recruit. But today, finally, she has a few moments to herself and it seems like the best medicine. Throw herself into work, and try to forget all the thoughts that won’t let her rest.
It shouldn’t have affected her the way it did, that quest. Being dead shouldn’t change her. But slowly, creepingly, it has been anyway. But she won’t let it. She is still Riagan and Rayelle’s electric girl, gold and white on the outside and vibrant and alive and happy on the inside.
Every morning she wakes up and reminds herself of this. Today is no different as she sets on to the field on her own four feet. She doesn’t travel by foot all that often. Electric surfing is far more fun, but a nice run seems therapeutic. That’s the one thing about living in the Jungle – there’s not exactly much space for running about.
She picks up a canter and travels the distance between the Jungle and the Field, stopping now and again for a drink, slowing to a walk when she begins to tire. She gets to the field in decent time though, wandering through and looking for someone that catches her eye. It’s the mare beneath the willows that she finds herself drawn to. Not necessarily for any reason, but simply that she is, and Rhy figures she might as well follow that instinct.
“Hello,” she says, with a nicker of greeting when she’s within earshot of the mare. Rhy isn’t trying to sneak up on her or anything, so she tries to announce herself. Mostly because it seems polite, and not so much because she thinks the mare won’t notice her. “I’m Rhy, from the Jungle. Would you mind my asking your name?” She comes to a stop near the mare with a slight nod and an easy, friendly smile.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
