and when I breathed, my breath was lightning
She understands what Scorch means about the offer one day. She hadn’t seen Kagerou in the other realm, and she wasn’t ready to go back looking either. There were so many questions the golden girl had for her grandmother. So many years to make up for, years that they never got to spend together. Rhy wants to understand the legacy that her grandmother left behind. She’d never heard much from her mother and she knows now that she never will. To find her mother again probably means to find Kagerou as well. And she isn’t entirely ready for that.
She can’t blame Scorch for not being ready either. An entire kingdom rested on her shoulders. There was no time for sorrow, for personal space, for quiet. Rhy barely found any of that herself, and she wasn’t the Queen. So instead she simply laughs at the first comment, the ghost shifting and scaring her children. But her children would be half Amazonian, half Tundra Brother. Half Rhy, half Kratos. She didn’t think they were going to be children likely to be scared. Whenever she actually had some, that is. She wasn’t in a rush.
“I’m going with sheer luck. Also, Vanquish is massive. There’s a lot of room to slip and not fall.” She chuckles slightly, but there’s something sad in that laugh and her eyes. So many lives lost over time. It was normal, natural, certainly and she knows this. But still, to be the one to tell your boyfriend his dead father saved her. Yea, that was fun. “Claws and sharp teeth and predator instincts helped too.” She’d spent enough time around Lagertha though that Rhy wasn’t entirely useful. She’s no trained warrior, but between the electric and the lion and now this whole ghost thing – well, she was useful, at any rate.
Her last comment strikes her though. If it hadn’t been for the whole journey she just undertook, if she hadn’t faced the end of the world and in doing so, been forced to grapple with all the various loves in her life, she might have agreed. But there were so many ways to love. She understood that now. She believed he was capable of it. Not the kind of love Rhy or Scorch may be more familiar with. But something. And if he thought it was love, then it was. Even in his twisted, strange way.
After all, Gail loved him back. She’d seem them together on the beach. Despite leaving her at the end of the world, Gail still loved Carnage. He’d done something right.
But she doesn’t argue, because that’s not the point here. Because she doesn’t care enough about Carnage and his past to sit here and defend him. This was their time, not his anymore, and she’d rather live for them. “Oh, I met with Errant as well. He’d like to have an alliance. Normal terms, plus we encourage our sons to live in the Tundra and they will encourage their daughters to live in the Amazons. Nothing forced, just recommended.”
She can’t blame Scorch for not being ready either. An entire kingdom rested on her shoulders. There was no time for sorrow, for personal space, for quiet. Rhy barely found any of that herself, and she wasn’t the Queen. So instead she simply laughs at the first comment, the ghost shifting and scaring her children. But her children would be half Amazonian, half Tundra Brother. Half Rhy, half Kratos. She didn’t think they were going to be children likely to be scared. Whenever she actually had some, that is. She wasn’t in a rush.
“I’m going with sheer luck. Also, Vanquish is massive. There’s a lot of room to slip and not fall.” She chuckles slightly, but there’s something sad in that laugh and her eyes. So many lives lost over time. It was normal, natural, certainly and she knows this. But still, to be the one to tell your boyfriend his dead father saved her. Yea, that was fun. “Claws and sharp teeth and predator instincts helped too.” She’d spent enough time around Lagertha though that Rhy wasn’t entirely useful. She’s no trained warrior, but between the electric and the lion and now this whole ghost thing – well, she was useful, at any rate.
Her last comment strikes her though. If it hadn’t been for the whole journey she just undertook, if she hadn’t faced the end of the world and in doing so, been forced to grapple with all the various loves in her life, she might have agreed. But there were so many ways to love. She understood that now. She believed he was capable of it. Not the kind of love Rhy or Scorch may be more familiar with. But something. And if he thought it was love, then it was. Even in his twisted, strange way.
After all, Gail loved him back. She’d seem them together on the beach. Despite leaving her at the end of the world, Gail still loved Carnage. He’d done something right.
But she doesn’t argue, because that’s not the point here. Because she doesn’t care enough about Carnage and his past to sit here and defend him. This was their time, not his anymore, and she’d rather live for them. “Oh, I met with Errant as well. He’d like to have an alliance. Normal terms, plus we encourage our sons to live in the Tundra and they will encourage their daughters to live in the Amazons. Nothing forced, just recommended.”
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
