and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
They have something in common then. Rhy knows what it’s like to die. She had nearly died, after all. Lagertha as well, devoured by the mouths at the end of the world. Though only Rhy came out of that little trip actually dead. Well, dead and alive. She could choose. It was still strange, truthfully, though she was becoming far more comfortable as a ghost than she might have expected. And now, like her friend, she could live forever if she so chose. She would certainly live longer than she might have otherwise.
But how do you die, when you are already dead?
“Pleasure to meet you Joscelin,” Rhy says easily, not worried about being interrupted or not. There would be other times for play, but the Jungle and their sisters always came first. Both Rhy and Lagertha lived under that one simple rule. Besides, she didn’t doubt that she’d spend plenty of time with her gray friend. Rhy had the entire Jungle, certainly, but Lagertha was one of the only mare she was truly close to. Beside Scorch. Which had always been fun for Rhy, being stuck in the middle of their feud.
But in the end, Lagertha held the closest spot in her heart. Rhy had barely known her parents, and has only recently gotten to know her sister, and has never even met the brother she apparently has. But Lagertha’s exists in some of Rhy’s earliest memories in the Jungle (and in her life, given that Lagertha is distinctly older than Rhy, not that you can from sight). Lagertha is family, in her own way.
“Well, as it turns out, we might be able to help you familiarize yourself with the Jungle. “ She says with an easy grin. Smiling has always come naturally for the electric girl, unlike Lagertha. They are polar opposites. One a warrior and the other a diplomat. But together, they make a pretty good team. “Shall we walk?” She offers.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
