and when I breathed, my breath was lightning
The Jungle was anything but empty. The sisters were there, lurking the shadows, running from kingdom to kingdom on diplomatic missions. In the field, which is where Rhy spends as much of her time as she can. And the meadow now and again, because there was always something to be learned in the meadow. Rhy, lately, would have to admit she’d been absent from the Jungle for personal matters. It had been too long since the quest, too long since she’d learn her parents were dead and she had a baby brother. Too much time had gone by and she had not told her sister.
Kora was the only one Rhy had left in her family, really. So many of them were gone, and the rest she didn’t know. Just Straia, who was as trusth worthy as a snake, and so the two were not particularly close. But as much as Rhy didn’t want to tell her butterfly-heart sister, she knew she had to. Knew that Kora deserved the truth. Knew that perhaps, Kora, without any tethers to a kingdom or Beqanna, might be able to go find their brother.
Oh, how badly she wants to meet their brother.
She’s finally on her way back from that meeting when she spots the familiar mare. Prague. She knows Prague, though barely. Rhy had been young the last time the magical mare had been see in the Jungle. There’s another mare with her, one that looks like she belongs in the Jungle as well, though neither seem to be there. Why? Did they not want to return?
But Rhy can’t really imagine that. Once an Amazonian, always an Amazonian. At least a little bit. She can’t help but make her way over, weaving through the other horses with a clear purpose in mind. Not necessarily to bring them back – perhaps they did not want to go – but to see what she could do to help. If anything. She would always help her sisters. Past, present, and future.
She catches the words of the jaguar mare, and puzzles over them for only a moment. In the end, the question makes sense. Rhy would feel lost too, without the tether of the Jungle. She practically feels lost without the vine around her leg and the red flower on her chest. “Prague,” she says quietly, not sure that the mare would remembers her (Rhy was still a child then), but sure that Prague could figure out who she was. Still though, she doesn’t know the other one at all, and so she nods her head and adds, “I’m Rhy."
Kora was the only one Rhy had left in her family, really. So many of them were gone, and the rest she didn’t know. Just Straia, who was as trusth worthy as a snake, and so the two were not particularly close. But as much as Rhy didn’t want to tell her butterfly-heart sister, she knew she had to. Knew that Kora deserved the truth. Knew that perhaps, Kora, without any tethers to a kingdom or Beqanna, might be able to go find their brother.
Oh, how badly she wants to meet their brother.
She’s finally on her way back from that meeting when she spots the familiar mare. Prague. She knows Prague, though barely. Rhy had been young the last time the magical mare had been see in the Jungle. There’s another mare with her, one that looks like she belongs in the Jungle as well, though neither seem to be there. Why? Did they not want to return?
But Rhy can’t really imagine that. Once an Amazonian, always an Amazonian. At least a little bit. She can’t help but make her way over, weaving through the other horses with a clear purpose in mind. Not necessarily to bring them back – perhaps they did not want to go – but to see what she could do to help. If anything. She would always help her sisters. Past, present, and future.
She catches the words of the jaguar mare, and puzzles over them for only a moment. In the end, the question makes sense. Rhy would feel lost too, without the tether of the Jungle. She practically feels lost without the vine around her leg and the red flower on her chest. “Prague,” she says quietly, not sure that the mare would remembers her (Rhy was still a child then), but sure that Prague could figure out who she was. Still though, she doesn’t know the other one at all, and so she nods her head and adds, “I’m Rhy."
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
