Today, she heads to the field. Maybe it’ll be good for her to get out of the Jungle, for her to just do something a little different. Not that she has never come to the field, but she finds herself too busy in the Jungle more often than not to actually make it out and recruit. But today, finally, she has a few moments to herself and it seems like the best medicine. Throw herself into work, and try to forget all the thoughts that won’t let her rest.

It shouldn’t have affected her the way it did, that quest. Being dead shouldn’t change her. But slowly, creepingly, it has been anyway. But she won’t let it. She is still Riagan and Rayelle’s electric girl, gold and white on the outside and vibrant and alive and happy on the inside.

Every morning she wakes up and reminds herself of this. Today is no different as she sets on to the field on her own four feet. She doesn’t travel by foot all that often. Electric surfing is far more fun, but a nice run seems therapeutic. That’s the one thing about living in the Jungle – there’s not exactly much space for running about.

She picks up a canter and travels the distance between the Jungle and the Field, stopping now and again for a drink, slowing to a walk when she begins to tire. She gets to the field in decent time though, wandering through and looking for someone that catches her eye. It’s the mare beneath the willows that she finds herself drawn to. Not necessarily for any reason, but simply that she is, and Rhy figures she might as well follow that instinct.

“Hello,” she says, with a nicker of greeting when she’s within earshot of the mare. Rhy isn’t trying to sneak up on her or anything, so she tries to announce herself. Mostly because it seems polite, and not so much because she thinks the mare won’t notice her. “I’m Rhy, from the Jungle. Would you mind my asking your name?” She comes to a stop near the mare with a slight nod and an easy, friendly smile.

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the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle

Rhy had been born with the electric that runs though her veins. A constant source of fear for her twin, who was shocked time and again in the womb. It is the reason it has taken them so long to even talk, for Kora to even stay in Rhy’s presence. It is the reason Rhy’s parents left her alone when she was only a year old. It is the reason Rhy never had very many friends growing up (she couldn’t entirely control the electric back then). It is honestly, the source of a lot of pain.

She can’t imagine life without the electric either. It’s part of her. The same way breathing is part of her. But if she really thinks about it, what good had the electric ever done her? Only Kratos, and he was gone.

Magic isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

“What a pretty name,” she says, meaning it. It’s unusual, but of course, so are many of the names in Beqanna. But it have a lovely sound, though Rhy will be sticking to Sana. That one she won’t butcher. “Guess I should cut to the chase,” she says, smiling though with a slight bit of laugher in her voice. “I’m from the Amazons, the all female kingdom in Beqanna. Though there are a few males, but they can’t hold rank or anything.”

She pauses, realizing this might all sound like gibberish. The mare probably isn’t from around here. “If you’d like a home, we’d be happy to have you. You don’t have to stay, if you decide it’s not for you. I can answer questions or tell you more about it, but I’ve always thought you have to see the Jungle before it snags your heart. But it has a way of doing that. Between the Jungle and the Sisterhood, there’s a lot to love.”

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the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle