05-04-2015, 04:08 PM
and when I breathed, my breath was lightning
The truth is, Rhy still doesn’t know what she thinks of Scorch’s work. There’s some level of brilliant to the whole plan that Scorch came up with, certainly. Rhy doesn’t deny it. She’s just not sure it was handled well. At least not in a way that helped to unite the sisters. They still felt divided, though thankfully perhaps less so now than they had not all that long ago. But still, she has only ever heard of stories of how united the Amazons are, how very much a family they are. Maybe Rhy simply knows nothing. Maybe the stories were wrong. Maybe all families simply fought – hers did.
Perhaps, in truth, she’ll never entirely have what she wants. Maybe what she wants is just some sort of a dream. She wants her sister back. She wants a family that doesn’t feel like it’s always just one more hit away from breaking. Not that the sisterhood would necessarily break, but then again, it still felt slightly fractured.
But whatever she feels about Scorch the Khalessi does not change how she feels about Scorch as her friend. Perhaps they weren’t the best of friends, but Rhy did think they were friends. She did respect Scorch. She didn’t begrudge the mare anything, and she didn’t necessarily blame Scorch for making the decisions that she did. Rhy can see where Scorch is coming from. The problem is, Rhy is also very good at seeing every other side. It makes her good at being Avthillar, but it means she rarely has just one side, or just one opinion.
Perhaps Rhy will always be a little bit torn. But still, her words and face are friendly, because she has no qualms with Scorch. Not right now. Not in this moment. Any waver is from the flashes of Kratos that seem to crash around her brain. It’s strange how she cannot get him out of her mind. Like a drug. Because in some ways, he is her drug. Electric and power and deadly. He is exactly what she could be. He is the part of her that she keeps trapped. But he always awakens the beast.
She grins at Scorch’s quip, and plops down into an awkward sitting position at the invitation with a cheeky little grin. She can’t help it. They’ve always done well together with their little quips, and Rhy does appreciate that ease. There are few she has it with. But then Scorch launches into her story, and Rhy finds herself on her feet again, because it is a not a boring story. Truthfully, it makes Rhy’s own childhood seem like a fairy tale in comparison. Yet it also the story that makes Scorch who she is, and Rhy can’t really imagine her any other way.
Scorch finishes, asking if there’s anything else Rhy wants to know. Rhy’s glad for the question, because she doesn’t entirely know what to say to Scorch right now. There’s understanding in her eyes though, because on some level she gets it. Gets that maybe they are all just terrified and uncertain inside, because perhaps nothing will ever be right. It’s not the life she was taught to seek growing up, but perhaps that was what her parents needed from her. Perhaps that had been the only way to tame the electric then.
She’s no longer a child, but in the grand scheme, Rhy is still quite young. Still learning. Still only just beginning to understand what life really is. Who she really is. Perhaps she will always be still just beginning to understand it all.
Rhy’s not even sure what to ask though. She knows the stories of her grandmother. Strong and beautiful and magnificent. Rhy knows she will spend a lifetime trying to live up to her grandmother’s legacy, only to touch the surface of it. What she wants, of course, is to have met her grandmother. But all she has is one brief brush of a consciousness that was unfamiliar to her, one that she thinks was Kagerou looking for Rayelle. But Rayelle was gone. It had just been Rhy then. “How did you and my grandmother become friends?” She finally asks. Because she knows they both served the jungle, but she doesn’t know what bound them together so firmly. She doesn’t even know if she’s really asking the right questions, but it’s a start.
Perhaps, in truth, she’ll never entirely have what she wants. Maybe what she wants is just some sort of a dream. She wants her sister back. She wants a family that doesn’t feel like it’s always just one more hit away from breaking. Not that the sisterhood would necessarily break, but then again, it still felt slightly fractured.
But whatever she feels about Scorch the Khalessi does not change how she feels about Scorch as her friend. Perhaps they weren’t the best of friends, but Rhy did think they were friends. She did respect Scorch. She didn’t begrudge the mare anything, and she didn’t necessarily blame Scorch for making the decisions that she did. Rhy can see where Scorch is coming from. The problem is, Rhy is also very good at seeing every other side. It makes her good at being Avthillar, but it means she rarely has just one side, or just one opinion.
Perhaps Rhy will always be a little bit torn. But still, her words and face are friendly, because she has no qualms with Scorch. Not right now. Not in this moment. Any waver is from the flashes of Kratos that seem to crash around her brain. It’s strange how she cannot get him out of her mind. Like a drug. Because in some ways, he is her drug. Electric and power and deadly. He is exactly what she could be. He is the part of her that she keeps trapped. But he always awakens the beast.
She grins at Scorch’s quip, and plops down into an awkward sitting position at the invitation with a cheeky little grin. She can’t help it. They’ve always done well together with their little quips, and Rhy does appreciate that ease. There are few she has it with. But then Scorch launches into her story, and Rhy finds herself on her feet again, because it is a not a boring story. Truthfully, it makes Rhy’s own childhood seem like a fairy tale in comparison. Yet it also the story that makes Scorch who she is, and Rhy can’t really imagine her any other way.
Scorch finishes, asking if there’s anything else Rhy wants to know. Rhy’s glad for the question, because she doesn’t entirely know what to say to Scorch right now. There’s understanding in her eyes though, because on some level she gets it. Gets that maybe they are all just terrified and uncertain inside, because perhaps nothing will ever be right. It’s not the life she was taught to seek growing up, but perhaps that was what her parents needed from her. Perhaps that had been the only way to tame the electric then.
She’s no longer a child, but in the grand scheme, Rhy is still quite young. Still learning. Still only just beginning to understand what life really is. Who she really is. Perhaps she will always be still just beginning to understand it all.
Rhy’s not even sure what to ask though. She knows the stories of her grandmother. Strong and beautiful and magnificent. Rhy knows she will spend a lifetime trying to live up to her grandmother’s legacy, only to touch the surface of it. What she wants, of course, is to have met her grandmother. But all she has is one brief brush of a consciousness that was unfamiliar to her, one that she thinks was Kagerou looking for Rayelle. But Rayelle was gone. It had just been Rhy then. “How did you and my grandmother become friends?” She finally asks. Because she knows they both served the jungle, but she doesn’t know what bound them together so firmly. She doesn’t even know if she’s really asking the right questions, but it’s a start.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
