06-05-2015, 03:53 PM
and when I breathed, my breath was lightning
Ephrelle joins her, and she’s glad to have the girl along. It’s good to see the younger generation joining the Amazons, growing up enough to come on missions. Rhy wouldn’t send them out alone (except to the Chamber, so long as Straia ruled). But she certainly encouraged them to accompany others on missions. Hadn’t she done the same thing? Not that Rhy had much of a choice. Her parents left with Kora when Rhy was still a yearling. She had no choice but to strike out on her own. To find the Jungle alone.
She still remembers that day, despite the number of years that have gone by. No one had greeted her, and eventually Rhy had plunged into the Jungle alone. She found her way, though she got tangled and destroyed by the underbrush in that first trip. The Jungle had been so quiet then, but look how far they had come. The Sisters were something to be reckoned with once again.
Ephrelle introduces herself, and Rhy gives the girl a small nod and a smile before turning her attention back to Errant. He seems to have warmed up slightly, and Rhy isn’t sure if that’s because she’s pleasant, or because he’s trying to be friendly around the girl. Either way, she does appreciate it. Rhy, for everything she is capable of being, still prefers happy and kind to anything else.
The black stallion identifies himself as King, and Rhy’s glad. It makes things easier when she’s found the right horse in the first place. Or really, he found her. His response about Mountain is brisk, and she doesn’t pry. It isn’t her business and doesn’t particularly matter much for this conversation. Besides, if Kratos had anything to do with it, she expects he’ll tell her in some bragging story of his. He was prone to bragging, after all.
“A pleasure to meet you, Errant.” It was nice to finally put a name to the face that Scorch talked about so frequently. She trusted him, and Rhy would admit she saw no reason so far not to trust the stallion. He simply didn’t strike her that way, not that she has any ability to tell for sure. Simply her gut reaction. “We’re here to find out your thoughts on an alliance between the Amazons and the Tundra, now that you hold the throne.” She imagines he is expecting this conversation, though maybe not from her. Either way, here she is. It’s her job, after all.
She still remembers that day, despite the number of years that have gone by. No one had greeted her, and eventually Rhy had plunged into the Jungle alone. She found her way, though she got tangled and destroyed by the underbrush in that first trip. The Jungle had been so quiet then, but look how far they had come. The Sisters were something to be reckoned with once again.
Ephrelle introduces herself, and Rhy gives the girl a small nod and a smile before turning her attention back to Errant. He seems to have warmed up slightly, and Rhy isn’t sure if that’s because she’s pleasant, or because he’s trying to be friendly around the girl. Either way, she does appreciate it. Rhy, for everything she is capable of being, still prefers happy and kind to anything else.
The black stallion identifies himself as King, and Rhy’s glad. It makes things easier when she’s found the right horse in the first place. Or really, he found her. His response about Mountain is brisk, and she doesn’t pry. It isn’t her business and doesn’t particularly matter much for this conversation. Besides, if Kratos had anything to do with it, she expects he’ll tell her in some bragging story of his. He was prone to bragging, after all.
“A pleasure to meet you, Errant.” It was nice to finally put a name to the face that Scorch talked about so frequently. She trusted him, and Rhy would admit she saw no reason so far not to trust the stallion. He simply didn’t strike her that way, not that she has any ability to tell for sure. Simply her gut reaction. “We’re here to find out your thoughts on an alliance between the Amazons and the Tundra, now that you hold the throne.” She imagines he is expecting this conversation, though maybe not from her. Either way, here she is. It’s her job, after all.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
