and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
She is distinctly late to this party, but she had been out on kingdom visits. Still, she can smell the distinct smell of pine and mist when she enters the Jungle, even through the normal scents of the Jungle. It’s enough that she doesn’t think it’s just their captive. As she moves into the Jungle, she can hear something as well. A collection of horses together makes enough noise to draw attention, particularly when one is used to hearing mostly monkeys.
She follows the sounds until she sees the group. Jocelin and Lagertha and Killdare and…Erebor? She’s met Straia’s son, though it was a long time ago when she was young. Rhy has been visiting her cousin less, though Straia is kind enough to send a raven now and again with any news she thinks Rhy might find interesting. Such as the new Tundra kings.
Not surprisingly, she has no idea why Erebor is here. Straia hadn’t told Rhy of the Gates, or what had happened (but of course, Straia doesn’t tell Rhy anything that might hurt the Chamber). Still, their relationship of information sharing has always been beneficial, even with the other being selective in the information shared.
She comes to a stop in the group finally, catching just a last few bits of the conversation. They are waiting for Jocelin to explain, and Rhy looks at her for a moment and waits, before adding her own piece. “Whatever happened, exactly, I would bet my life Straia didn’t send him as a spy. She has plenty of them already. Why would she send one that could actually get caught?” Rhy gestures vaguely to the trees, assuming there’s at least one raven hiding somewhere nearby. She’s not entirely sure that Lagertha knows the connection between Rhy and Straia. But Rhy has always been better in the world of diplomats anyway, so this isn’t a guess out of her ass.
She just gives Lagertha a rather pointed look, but doesn’t say anything. Keeping Erebor means war, certainly. Straia wouldn’t let the Amazons simply take her son. But of course, this may be exactly what Lagertha wants. Rhy doesn’t say anything, sure her friend knows this all as well. And sure, too, that the Khaleesi knows Rhy’s own thoughts on the matter of war.
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the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
