07-07-2015, 08:25 AM
and when I breathed, my breath was lightning
What hadn’t changed? That seemed like the better question, really. Everything had changed lately. First her. The quest where Carnage called them away, where she saw space and the end of the world and heard the static of everything being eaten away. Where she nearly lost Lagertha and Kratos and then nearly died herself in the other realm. Where she found her parents, dead but together and happy. Where Vanquish sent her hurling through a crack in the realms and she learned she can surf on lightning and create solid objects from the particles.
Where she came back still partially dead. She was broken and rebuilt after that quest in so many ways. In the all the ways that she needed to finally begin to understand who she really is. Not quite the happy go lucky little girl her father raised, but not so very different from her either.
And then, Beqanna changed. Their tattoos were stripped and their kingdom traits stripped away (though Rhy never had any of those), and new things given. Rhy has started picking up on others emotions, but like the jaguar spirit that now roams the Jungle, it’s in a fledgling state. She can tell both her companions are curious, but she’s not sure if that’s just reasonable institution given their questions or because she actually feels curious as well.
“Well,” she says, when Pharaon has said her piece. And then she flickers out of view entirely. Nearby, though far enough away that neither of her two sisters are in any sort of danger, a rock lifts from the ground and hovers in mid-air. Rhy flickers back into view, though she’s semi-transparent, still ghost, and the rock still hovers some feet away from her. “This happened, I suppose. Carnage sent us to find Gail, and we traveled to the end of the world and brought her back. But Beqanna wouldn’t let her come back to the living, because she was already dead really. And we were all sent to the realm of Beqanna’s dead. I saw them all. And didn’t come back quite the same.”
She doesn’t tell of her parents right now, because she’s spoken of that enough. Before she tells anyone else, she needs to find Kora and tell her sister. Because the last thing Rhy wants is for someone else to break the news to her sister. Rhy needs to be the one. That much she knows for certain. “And the Amazons have been well Pharaon. Nothing has changed here, really.” It had been far quieter than when Scorch first took the throne, and for that, Rhy was grateful.
Where she came back still partially dead. She was broken and rebuilt after that quest in so many ways. In the all the ways that she needed to finally begin to understand who she really is. Not quite the happy go lucky little girl her father raised, but not so very different from her either.
And then, Beqanna changed. Their tattoos were stripped and their kingdom traits stripped away (though Rhy never had any of those), and new things given. Rhy has started picking up on others emotions, but like the jaguar spirit that now roams the Jungle, it’s in a fledgling state. She can tell both her companions are curious, but she’s not sure if that’s just reasonable institution given their questions or because she actually feels curious as well.
“Well,” she says, when Pharaon has said her piece. And then she flickers out of view entirely. Nearby, though far enough away that neither of her two sisters are in any sort of danger, a rock lifts from the ground and hovers in mid-air. Rhy flickers back into view, though she’s semi-transparent, still ghost, and the rock still hovers some feet away from her. “This happened, I suppose. Carnage sent us to find Gail, and we traveled to the end of the world and brought her back. But Beqanna wouldn’t let her come back to the living, because she was already dead really. And we were all sent to the realm of Beqanna’s dead. I saw them all. And didn’t come back quite the same.”
She doesn’t tell of her parents right now, because she’s spoken of that enough. Before she tells anyone else, she needs to find Kora and tell her sister. Because the last thing Rhy wants is for someone else to break the news to her sister. Rhy needs to be the one. That much she knows for certain. “And the Amazons have been well Pharaon. Nothing has changed here, really.” It had been far quieter than when Scorch first took the throne, and for that, Rhy was grateful.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
