and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
Springtime for Rhy was much like every other season. Hot and humid, with a little bit more rain. The weather in the Jungle didn’t change much. The degree of hot and humid varied, but otherwise, it was largely the same throughout the year. And though the Jungle certainly had foals and pregnant mares, they were not the sort of mares that marked their lives by the number of children they managed to bear.
Rhy was evidence of that. She was what, 12 or 13 or hell, older, and still had no children. And really, was in no rush about it either. She did have Draconis, the fire-breathing girl she’d found along in the Den. But Rhy had simply done what any decent horse would have. Taken the girl home and watched over her until they could find the girl’s mother (or if they could, really). It’s entirely possible the mother didn’t want to be found.
Since the temperature has finally started to warm up in Beqanna, she makes her way to the field. Rhy tries not to leave the Jungle in the winter, if she can help it. She doesn’t grow a winter coat anymore, and doesn’t really like being cold. She’s grown too used to the heat. Once in the field, she skims around for someone to talk to, eyes falling on a dark gold champagne mare. She’s alone, standing off to the side, and Rhy cheats a little bit, reading her emotions before walking over.
“Hi, I’m Rhy.” she says, her smile friendly and warm as she comes to a stop before the mare, keeping a polite distance. “I’m from the Jungle. May I ask your name?” She falls silent now, waiting to see what the mare has to say.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
