and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
Fear and pain ripple in the back of her mind. Her empathy is growing stronger every day, but like all her other traits, there’s some learning curve. She can’t seem to shut it off completely, but she can feel the difference between her own feelings and others now. And she knows neither the fear nor the pain belong to her. But who, then? This part, she can’t figure out. She just knows that both of these are loud enough to find her over the din of everyday emotions.
Rhy takes off, hunting for the source of the feelings. She can feel them growing stronger and she’s sure she’s on the right track when Lagertha’s call rings out. Lagertha? Why was their Jaqqa calling the whole kingdom?
What’s happened?
This feels all too like ten years ago when Scorch had called them in Brunhild’s place. This feels all too like ten years ago when the Jungle had been split in half, let unsettled and healing from it’s own silent civil war. Her own uncertainty starts to cloud the pain and fear she feels, but she shakes it away. Not the time, and she can, if nothing else, control her own emotions. Still, a few stray sparks fly off her skin.
She finds them both quickly enough, Scorch in the shadows behind Lagertha. Rhy doesn’t need Lagertha’s speech to understand, to know that Scorch is sick, that the throne has passed. She has no qualms with the new choice for Khaleesi – Rhy would have picked Lag herself, after all – and she simply nods to her warrior friend before moving to Scorch’s side. One day, Rhy would find the humor to laugh at Lagertha with her crown made of horns. One day, she’d mock bow and tease her friend, because they had always been like that.
But right now, her concern is for Scorch, and she’s got an eye out for Sunday. If the mare cannot help, maybe the Falls can. If nothing else, Rhy can get Scorch there, no walking necessary. But she’d rather wait for their resident witch, or perhaps Prague would come. Rhy doesn’t say anything, just offers her support to Scorch. She may be far smaller than Scorch or Lagertha, but she wasn’t useless, and she won’t leave her friend.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
