05-07-2015, 04:25 PM
and when I breathed, my breath was lightning
Her whole family has been golden. Riagan used to tell her of her golden family in the Falls, how all of them bared the color in some form or another. Except Kaelie, who was all her father. Riagan has been gold and white and black, where Rayelle had been simply gold and white. Both Rhy and Kora were gold and white as well, but Kora was literally gold. Flecks of it dotted her like spots, though really, now she was all blue and ice. Though Rhy could still see the gold, glimmering through the layer of winter that adorned her sister. Through the strange second skin that her sister now wore.
Not strange because it’s unusual. Rhy is electric herself, and she wears her sparks like a second skin. But strange because who would have ever thought that ice could be the thing to bring them together. That ice would give her sister strength and understanding, that ice would make Rhy kind and patient. But it had. At least a little bit.
It was a start. All they needed was a start.
The mare is quick to respond to Rhy though, and there’s no time to think of Kora really (though the mention of sibling always brings Kora to mind). She’s friendly, finding more to say than even Rhy often can, and the smile that creases the golden mares lips is easy and genuine, because she enjoys listening as much as she enjoys talking. Though as the mare keeps talking, Rhy can’t help the slight look of recognition and surprise that crosses her face. Though the surprise is short-lived, when she thinks about the similarities in build between this mare and Kratos.
Of course, now she probably has to say something? But what, exactly? That this stranger’s brother is Rhy’s other half. Not the better half – Rhy is the better half – but he’s definitely her other half. He’s the creature she longs to be sometimes, when she admits that darker part of herself exists. He’s fuel to her fire, and her to his. The electric calls to itself in each of them, and they cannot help but follow.
“I know your brother,” she says after a moment. She doesn’t think it’s been too long of a pause, but perhaps. Perhaps she gave it all away. Perhaps, in truth, she doesn’t care. “Though he was breathing electric fire at the time.” She chuckles, thinking of the day he followed her from the Dale to the Amazons. That’s how powerful the draw is in their veins. It’s hard not to follow it sometimes, even to the ends of the earth.
“I don’t shock them purposely,” she admits, “though I have accidentally once or twice. Actually, that’s a lie. Brunhild asked me to hit her with a bolt of lightning once, so I did. But to be fair, she asked.” And she remembers too that moment when she felt so wholly alive at how powerful she could be, the moment when Brunhild hadn’t shied from what she is but called her amazing for it. That is why she stays here. Because the sisters find her amazing, even if she’s something to be feared as well. But weren’t so many of the sisters worth fearing and respecting?
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I wouldn’t mind a few stories I can torment your brother with, if your bored.” She grins, and laughs a bit, not necessarily expecting stories, but keeping the conversation going. She's certainly given their relationship (of sorts) away, but she’s realized that she doesn’t care. That they can all know. After all, he bears her claws marks now anyway. Half his fault, partially hers. It always seemed to be that way with them though. He started it, she played along, and he would provoke. But it was always so terribly, terribly fun.
Not strange because it’s unusual. Rhy is electric herself, and she wears her sparks like a second skin. But strange because who would have ever thought that ice could be the thing to bring them together. That ice would give her sister strength and understanding, that ice would make Rhy kind and patient. But it had. At least a little bit.
It was a start. All they needed was a start.
The mare is quick to respond to Rhy though, and there’s no time to think of Kora really (though the mention of sibling always brings Kora to mind). She’s friendly, finding more to say than even Rhy often can, and the smile that creases the golden mares lips is easy and genuine, because she enjoys listening as much as she enjoys talking. Though as the mare keeps talking, Rhy can’t help the slight look of recognition and surprise that crosses her face. Though the surprise is short-lived, when she thinks about the similarities in build between this mare and Kratos.
Of course, now she probably has to say something? But what, exactly? That this stranger’s brother is Rhy’s other half. Not the better half – Rhy is the better half – but he’s definitely her other half. He’s the creature she longs to be sometimes, when she admits that darker part of herself exists. He’s fuel to her fire, and her to his. The electric calls to itself in each of them, and they cannot help but follow.
“I know your brother,” she says after a moment. She doesn’t think it’s been too long of a pause, but perhaps. Perhaps she gave it all away. Perhaps, in truth, she doesn’t care. “Though he was breathing electric fire at the time.” She chuckles, thinking of the day he followed her from the Dale to the Amazons. That’s how powerful the draw is in their veins. It’s hard not to follow it sometimes, even to the ends of the earth.
“I don’t shock them purposely,” she admits, “though I have accidentally once or twice. Actually, that’s a lie. Brunhild asked me to hit her with a bolt of lightning once, so I did. But to be fair, she asked.” And she remembers too that moment when she felt so wholly alive at how powerful she could be, the moment when Brunhild hadn’t shied from what she is but called her amazing for it. That is why she stays here. Because the sisters find her amazing, even if she’s something to be feared as well. But weren’t so many of the sisters worth fearing and respecting?
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I wouldn’t mind a few stories I can torment your brother with, if your bored.” She grins, and laughs a bit, not necessarily expecting stories, but keeping the conversation going. She's certainly given their relationship (of sorts) away, but she’s realized that she doesn’t care. That they can all know. After all, he bears her claws marks now anyway. Half his fault, partially hers. It always seemed to be that way with them though. He started it, she played along, and he would provoke. But it was always so terribly, terribly fun.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
