and when I breathed, my breath was lightning
She should perhaps call the entire diplomatic caste together, but many have already been sent out and she too would be leaving for the Tundra shortly. Instead, she’d rather call them together when they have returned and find out what each one knows. It was easy to send her diplomats off on visits, and much more difficult to get them to report back to her. Did everyone struggle with that bit? She hoped so, because she hoped it wasn’t just her.
But before she goes to the Tundra, she does want to find Nayl. The girl made of ice to Scorch’s fire, dotted with others tattoos that Rhy does not know the significance of. She wishes she does, though. Wishes she had gotten a chance to know Kagerou and her own heritage here. Rayelle had spoken of it some, but Rayelle had mostly spent her time with Kora. Riagan spoke of the Falls, and Rhy knows the history of that land well. But it is not her land. It never will be. Rhy has always had electric in her veins, and where else could she find a place with so many so readily accepting of someone so deadly? The Valley, perhaps, but Rhy’s intentions were good and would not belong there.
It had always been the Jungle. Even as she grew up in the Dale, the Jungle called to her.
She wants to find Nayl first because if the girl wants to be a diplomat, she was going to learn to behave like one. And second, because the girl intrigues her, and she simply wants to know her slightly better. So she makes her way through the Jungle as a lion, relying on her rather useful nose in this form to track the girl down, wherever she might be.
But before she goes to the Tundra, she does want to find Nayl. The girl made of ice to Scorch’s fire, dotted with others tattoos that Rhy does not know the significance of. She wishes she does, though. Wishes she had gotten a chance to know Kagerou and her own heritage here. Rayelle had spoken of it some, but Rayelle had mostly spent her time with Kora. Riagan spoke of the Falls, and Rhy knows the history of that land well. But it is not her land. It never will be. Rhy has always had electric in her veins, and where else could she find a place with so many so readily accepting of someone so deadly? The Valley, perhaps, but Rhy’s intentions were good and would not belong there.
It had always been the Jungle. Even as she grew up in the Dale, the Jungle called to her.
She wants to find Nayl first because if the girl wants to be a diplomat, she was going to learn to behave like one. And second, because the girl intrigues her, and she simply wants to know her slightly better. So she makes her way through the Jungle as a lion, relying on her rather useful nose in this form to track the girl down, wherever she might be.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
