and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
The empathy comes in handy only for one thing – sensing visitors and new horses on their border. Their emotions hit her in a wave still. Rhy hates the empathy, truthfully. Which is probably somewhat telling of who she really is. She is kind and polite and believes in peace over war, certainly. But at the same time, she is a combination of deadly traits and then this. This random empathy, and she doesn’t entirely enjoy feeling how everyone else feels, on top of her own emotions.
But it does make it much easier to find newcomers. She feels the Valley mare before she finds her, standing well away from the border of the kingdom. Rhy makes her way out of the trees and into the surrounding area. It still amazes her how cold it gets, and how quickly, when she steps outside the Jungle. She’s grown to hate winter, because she is far too used to being warm all the time. Instinctively, sparks leap around on her skin, well away from Cress or any other horses that might come, but keeping her warm.
Cold and snow also remind her far too much of the half a year she spent alone in the Jungle when it was buried by snow, kicking over snowdrifts in fear of finding Sisters buried within. She tries not to think about that.
She nods her head in greeting to the other mare. “I’m Rhy, Erinak and Ville of the Jungle. How can I help you?” She offers the title only to be useful. She doesn’t care about titles, but often diplomats like to know who exactly they are speaking to. So she offers the information, trying to make the meeting easier.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
