06-29-2015, 01:51 PM
and when I breathed, my breath was lightning
Rhy has never sought the throne. It doesn’t matter to her what titles she holds, so long as she can serve the Amazons to the best of her ability, so long as she has Lagertha and Scorch and on the damn opposite side of Beqanna, Kratos. She needs nothing else, and finds herself lucky to know that her sister no longer runs screaming in the other direction from her. That she can find her parents, that she can return to them, even though they are dead. There was a brief moment in her life, when her parents and sister left her when she was barely a year, that Rhy had nothing. Truly nothing. Just stories of her history and the promise of the Jungle.
So many years later, Rhy has everything she could need. But damn if she didn’t earn it every step of the way. Though she thanked the Jungle for turning her into the mare she has become, and in return, she will give the land every breath she has left. Which should be a lot (even more now, considering the semi-immortality that comes with being part dead).
That said, she may not seek the throne, but should it fall her way one day she wouldn’t say no idea. It’s simply that, in the end, she doesn’t care if she serves the kingdom without any rank at all or with a crown on her head or something in between. As long as she gives it her all.
She also knows she is lucky too for the traits that course through her veins. The electric she was born with, the ability to turn into a predator at will given to her by the faeries. And now the ability to be dead, to visit the dead, and to do anything a ghost can do. Throwing rocks around with her mind is proving to be entertaining. Riding lightning across Beqanna is a fun little trick too.
She does know she is lucky. Lucky, and powerful, and she admits, a hint proud of herself at what she’s become. Proud because she knows her parents are too. Because Vanquish likes her enough to accept her and his son as the future. Proud because perhaps everyone deserves to be proud of what they have become.
Nayl should be proud as well. Proud that her age doesn’t stop her. Proud of her heritage. But not too proud, either. There’s a fine line, after all. One step over and it’s simply just a big head.
“If you see a lion in the Jungle, it’s a safe bet it’s me. I’ve never seen another here. Certainly not actual lions.” She grins slightly, her eyes sparkling with electric just a bit. She is mostly kind and generous and all business, but there’s a playful, joking side as well. Something Scorch sees quite a lot of, and doesn’t mind. Not many others see that part of Rhy though.
“Two to a diplomatic meeting. Perhaps three, inside the Jungle, but no more. It looks like we’re ganging up on whoever is coming otherwise. Not that we can’t, of course, but they don’t need to know that.” It’s no secret the Amazons is an active, strong kingdom. But to the extent they can keep the element of surprise in their back pocket, it can’t hurt them. “And you need to practice your diplomatic tone. Polite and friendly, but not overly so. There’s a line between being a good diplomat and a fake one. Most can tell the difference. And since you are still in the bottom ranks, you will defer to anyone higher than you in conversation. You may ask questions, but make sure they are appropriate. Otherwise, you listen.” Rhy doesn’t care about her age. After all, she had been a year old when she joined the peace caste. But she does care about learning. Rhy had spent her time learning, and now it was Nayl’s turn. One day, the black girl would be the one teaching.
So many years later, Rhy has everything she could need. But damn if she didn’t earn it every step of the way. Though she thanked the Jungle for turning her into the mare she has become, and in return, she will give the land every breath she has left. Which should be a lot (even more now, considering the semi-immortality that comes with being part dead).
That said, she may not seek the throne, but should it fall her way one day she wouldn’t say no idea. It’s simply that, in the end, she doesn’t care if she serves the kingdom without any rank at all or with a crown on her head or something in between. As long as she gives it her all.
She also knows she is lucky too for the traits that course through her veins. The electric she was born with, the ability to turn into a predator at will given to her by the faeries. And now the ability to be dead, to visit the dead, and to do anything a ghost can do. Throwing rocks around with her mind is proving to be entertaining. Riding lightning across Beqanna is a fun little trick too.
She does know she is lucky. Lucky, and powerful, and she admits, a hint proud of herself at what she’s become. Proud because she knows her parents are too. Because Vanquish likes her enough to accept her and his son as the future. Proud because perhaps everyone deserves to be proud of what they have become.
Nayl should be proud as well. Proud that her age doesn’t stop her. Proud of her heritage. But not too proud, either. There’s a fine line, after all. One step over and it’s simply just a big head.
“If you see a lion in the Jungle, it’s a safe bet it’s me. I’ve never seen another here. Certainly not actual lions.” She grins slightly, her eyes sparkling with electric just a bit. She is mostly kind and generous and all business, but there’s a playful, joking side as well. Something Scorch sees quite a lot of, and doesn’t mind. Not many others see that part of Rhy though.
“Two to a diplomatic meeting. Perhaps three, inside the Jungle, but no more. It looks like we’re ganging up on whoever is coming otherwise. Not that we can’t, of course, but they don’t need to know that.” It’s no secret the Amazons is an active, strong kingdom. But to the extent they can keep the element of surprise in their back pocket, it can’t hurt them. “And you need to practice your diplomatic tone. Polite and friendly, but not overly so. There’s a line between being a good diplomat and a fake one. Most can tell the difference. And since you are still in the bottom ranks, you will defer to anyone higher than you in conversation. You may ask questions, but make sure they are appropriate. Otherwise, you listen.” Rhy doesn’t care about her age. After all, she had been a year old when she joined the peace caste. But she does care about learning. Rhy had spent her time learning, and now it was Nayl’s turn. One day, the black girl would be the one teaching.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
