07-29-2015, 08:03 AM
and when I breathed, my breath was lightning
Weir figures it out. At least, he figures out one of her many talents. The rest don’t really carry a smell, though she suspects she might smell a bit like a storm as well. Mostly cat though. She grins at Weir as he says it, confirming his guess. Though Illae seems less inclined to believe that Rhy is not a butterfly. The girl seems to be examining her, trying to determine what cats and butterflies smell like. But really, Rhy smells mostly of the Jungle. It’s such a mix of scents, something exotic and chaotic all at once. She smelled of underbrush and flowers and animals and water.
The girl is grinning at her like she knows a secret Weir does not. Ah, might as well let the girl think she is secretly a butterfly. It would certainly be a fun thing to be. Rhy can fly, though not with wings. She’s never experienced the sensation of using her own muscles and bones and skin to keep her afloat. Instead, she can levitate as long as she switches over to ghost-mode. Or she can surf on a wave of electric through Beqanna. But she does not have wings. Or any color other than gold and white.
When the girl answers her question about home though, Rhy can’t help but look up at Weir with a bit of worry in her eyes. The girl clearly had a mother, had a place to return to. But she also rather clearly didn’t know where that home was. “Do you want help finding home? Do you know the name of the place you come from, maybe?” She looks up at Weir, sure he’d be willing to help. Or one of them might be watching the girl until her mother came to find her. Eventually, the girl’s mother would have to notice that her child had disappeared.
The girl is grinning at her like she knows a secret Weir does not. Ah, might as well let the girl think she is secretly a butterfly. It would certainly be a fun thing to be. Rhy can fly, though not with wings. She’s never experienced the sensation of using her own muscles and bones and skin to keep her afloat. Instead, she can levitate as long as she switches over to ghost-mode. Or she can surf on a wave of electric through Beqanna. But she does not have wings. Or any color other than gold and white.
When the girl answers her question about home though, Rhy can’t help but look up at Weir with a bit of worry in her eyes. The girl clearly had a mother, had a place to return to. But she also rather clearly didn’t know where that home was. “Do you want help finding home? Do you know the name of the place you come from, maybe?” She looks up at Weir, sure he’d be willing to help. Or one of them might be watching the girl until her mother came to find her. Eventually, the girl’s mother would have to notice that her child had disappeared.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
