06-18-2015, 09:56 AM
and when I breathed, my breath was lightning
Rhy didn’t have some claim to fame of being the fifth generation somewhere. Her grandmother had ruled here, yes, but all her children left to live elsewhere. Rodrik and Kavi because as boys, they couldn’t stay here. Not really, anyway. Rayelle both because she loved the sun and the Dale, and because she loved Riagan. Though Riagan would have lived in the Jungle for Rayelle. It wouldn’t have mattered. Her parents had followed each other for as long as they possibly could, until they followed one another into death.
She would know. That’s how she knows her parents now. In death. Though at least she knows they are together and happy. It’s more than she’s known most of her life. They left with Kora so long ago that Rhy barely knew them at all.
But there’s never been another place for Rhy, and whether she had any ties here or not would be irrelevant. She’ll serve the Jungle as best she can till her heart stops in her chest. And she can’t ask anymore than that of anyone, and she won’t ask more of herself. After all, an entire life dedicate to a kingdom seems like enough.
She shifts back after she finds the girl, though not with her usual smile on her face. Rhy is not unkind, but Nayl is not exactly the kind of child that inspires a polite and diplomatic smile. Or the joking smiles that Scorch and Rhy so often share. “I’m not trying to be discreet.” She says, and for a brief moment she does grin slightly. “The nose and the padded feet come in handy.”
It’s true. She’s found that particular form to be very useful. Fighting monsters halfway to the end of the world, having claws and teeth and the body of a predator was perhaps the best gift she could have asked for. “Do you talk to all your elder’s that way, or just me?”
She pauses, waiting for an answer. She may be kind and gentle more often than not, but she wasn’t about to roll over and be stepped on by a little girl who perhaps felt entitled. Entitlement was worthless. Hard work was the only thing that counted. Not that she thinks the girl won’t put in the work, but rather that she thinks there might be some sense of entitlement mixed in there. It’s only a guess, she certainly can’t know this for sure. Just something in the way the girl holds herself.
“If you’re going to serve as a diplomat for the Jungle, you’ll have to answer to me. At least for now. And I have a few rules I think you should learn.”
She would know. That’s how she knows her parents now. In death. Though at least she knows they are together and happy. It’s more than she’s known most of her life. They left with Kora so long ago that Rhy barely knew them at all.
But there’s never been another place for Rhy, and whether she had any ties here or not would be irrelevant. She’ll serve the Jungle as best she can till her heart stops in her chest. And she can’t ask anymore than that of anyone, and she won’t ask more of herself. After all, an entire life dedicate to a kingdom seems like enough.
She shifts back after she finds the girl, though not with her usual smile on her face. Rhy is not unkind, but Nayl is not exactly the kind of child that inspires a polite and diplomatic smile. Or the joking smiles that Scorch and Rhy so often share. “I’m not trying to be discreet.” She says, and for a brief moment she does grin slightly. “The nose and the padded feet come in handy.”
It’s true. She’s found that particular form to be very useful. Fighting monsters halfway to the end of the world, having claws and teeth and the body of a predator was perhaps the best gift she could have asked for. “Do you talk to all your elder’s that way, or just me?”
She pauses, waiting for an answer. She may be kind and gentle more often than not, but she wasn’t about to roll over and be stepped on by a little girl who perhaps felt entitled. Entitlement was worthless. Hard work was the only thing that counted. Not that she thinks the girl won’t put in the work, but rather that she thinks there might be some sense of entitlement mixed in there. It’s only a guess, she certainly can’t know this for sure. Just something in the way the girl holds herself.
“If you’re going to serve as a diplomat for the Jungle, you’ll have to answer to me. At least for now. And I have a few rules I think you should learn.”
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
