05-18-2015, 09:55 AM
and when I breathed, my breath was lightning
To be fair, it is only the Queen and the Athvillar that are really here for any diplomatic purpose. The other two mares that crawl out of the woodwork are childen still, and one simply standing beside her mother. Still, she needed to have some sort of conversation with her diplomats about the fact that they didn’t need four members of the Amazons at any diplomatic meeting unless it was a hostile one.
As far as she knew, this was not. Though of course, Rhy has no idea what’s gone on before this since she hadn’t been in the Deserts. Though she’s quickly getting the impression that she should have been. Sister kingdoms? She had thought it was only an alliance that they were seeking. Scorch had hoped to strength that alliance through Cammie, yes, but apparently that hope had been misguided. Perhaps Rhy had missed the implications in the vote – it’s possible – but she remembers the word alliance considerably well.
Again, she feels a bit blindsided by her Queen’s actions, though not exactly surprised either. This was Scorch, after all. And thankfully, Rhy is very skilled at keeping her true emotions concealed. That had been the only way to control the electric for so long, when she hadn’t been capable of the control she is now. She’s glad that her emotions no longer control her trait, but she’s equally glad that they once did. The training she’d put in to schooling herself then has come in handy in her career as a diplomat.
She can’t help but note the Amazonian tattoo that still stands out on Cammie’s leg and breast, and she wonders if the Jungle will wait till Cammie leaves this kingdom for the final time to turn the flower to a red X. Not that Camrynn couldn’t simply cover it, but still, she can’t help but wonder how the Jungle handles this. It wouldn’t be Scorch that strips the mark, but the Jungle itself. That much she knows. But she knows little else about how the magic works.
Rhy is fine with the alliance, and she simply nods her head slightly at Scorch. The sisters had preferred the Deserts to the Valley, though Rhy cannot help but wonder now if the two kingdoms are not so different anymore. She trusted Camrynn more than Eight, but not by much. Rhy’s family was stepping down from the Gates throne as well, so she could no longer rely on what the Gates might do. Strangely enough, the only kingdom she trusted to at least tell her the truth was the Chamber. Straia would be honest with her cousin, though any admission might be one of war too. The Chamber couldn’t be trusted not to attack, simply to tell Rhy that they were.
Rhy doesn’t say anything at this point though. Scorch knows her feelings – certainly, the Queen can read her meaning in the nod, they know one another well enough. And so she waits to see what Scorch has to say. And also, waiting to see if she needs to keep her Queen’s tongue in check. Rhy’s getting pretty good with her electric, after all.
As far as she knew, this was not. Though of course, Rhy has no idea what’s gone on before this since she hadn’t been in the Deserts. Though she’s quickly getting the impression that she should have been. Sister kingdoms? She had thought it was only an alliance that they were seeking. Scorch had hoped to strength that alliance through Cammie, yes, but apparently that hope had been misguided. Perhaps Rhy had missed the implications in the vote – it’s possible – but she remembers the word alliance considerably well.
Again, she feels a bit blindsided by her Queen’s actions, though not exactly surprised either. This was Scorch, after all. And thankfully, Rhy is very skilled at keeping her true emotions concealed. That had been the only way to control the electric for so long, when she hadn’t been capable of the control she is now. She’s glad that her emotions no longer control her trait, but she’s equally glad that they once did. The training she’d put in to schooling herself then has come in handy in her career as a diplomat.
She can’t help but note the Amazonian tattoo that still stands out on Cammie’s leg and breast, and she wonders if the Jungle will wait till Cammie leaves this kingdom for the final time to turn the flower to a red X. Not that Camrynn couldn’t simply cover it, but still, she can’t help but wonder how the Jungle handles this. It wouldn’t be Scorch that strips the mark, but the Jungle itself. That much she knows. But she knows little else about how the magic works.
Rhy is fine with the alliance, and she simply nods her head slightly at Scorch. The sisters had preferred the Deserts to the Valley, though Rhy cannot help but wonder now if the two kingdoms are not so different anymore. She trusted Camrynn more than Eight, but not by much. Rhy’s family was stepping down from the Gates throne as well, so she could no longer rely on what the Gates might do. Strangely enough, the only kingdom she trusted to at least tell her the truth was the Chamber. Straia would be honest with her cousin, though any admission might be one of war too. The Chamber couldn’t be trusted not to attack, simply to tell Rhy that they were.
Rhy doesn’t say anything at this point though. Scorch knows her feelings – certainly, the Queen can read her meaning in the nod, they know one another well enough. And so she waits to see what Scorch has to say. And also, waiting to see if she needs to keep her Queen’s tongue in check. Rhy’s getting pretty good with her electric, after all.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
