and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
Eight, and then Lagertha join them. Rhy is used to diplomatic visits that grow into miniature parties, though she still sometimes wishes they would remain small. It’s always a bit easier on the diplomacy side, and for the sake of time, just to have two of them chatting. But everyone wants to come out and play, and she can’t entirely blame them. Even she is guilty of joining a group when there’s plenty around to handle it, but of course, it’s her job to be involved. Everyone else should just know when to leave.
But in this instance, she admits, the company is appropriate. Lagertha and Eight making for a particularly interesting part of this whole diplomat thing. Neither is a diplomat, really, though Eight is better at it than Lagertha. But Rhy knows of the plot that was half formed some number of years ago, when Scorch was making alliances behind her Sister’s back. Blood alliances, really. Which Rhy, and many others, had not been a fan of.
Eight congratulates her, and she smiles and nods her thanks. And then Cress introduces herself as well, and Rhy can’t help but laugh. Playful, friendly. “And I thought our titles were a mouthful,” she says with that grin. There’s nothing mean in her comments, but rather a genuine good-natured humor.
A tour. Of course they want a tour. She’s not usually a fan of bringing potential enemies into their kingdom (yes, she knows of the talks of an alliance with the Chamber and the Valley). There’s no love between the Chamber and the Amazons currently. What side would the Valley end up taking? She doubts it will be that of the sisterhood, but perhaps.
Still, Rhy is never rude. And for one, Eight already knows everything about the Jungle. He can see it without them ever knowing. And Cress? Well really, she doesn’t think the mare will use it against them all that much. If she can remember all the twists and turns of the paths there anyway. It took Rhy years. “Certainly,” she says, nodding toward the Jungle. They would not be going to the heart of the kingdom, but still, there was plenty they could show their guests without giving much away.
“We are doing well under Lagertha,” she says, casting her friend and Khaleesi a small glance. She doesn’t say any more, leaving the rest up to the warrior queen. Instead, she simply leads their little party into the dense Jungle.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
