and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
She can’t help herself sometimes. She may be kind and good natured and full of polite, pretty words. But she does have a playful streak, and she does enjoy the yelp from Lagertha and rattling her otherwise unrattleable friend. Yes, she just made that a word, thank you very much.
She laughs, a sound so filled with electric it’s impossible to imagine Rhy without that electric in her veins. Everything she does is electric, in a way. “Admit it, you like it. Just a little bit.” She grins, chuckling again. It is cold, and she can’t help but let some of the sparks jump on her skin, keeping away from Lagertha and any others that join. But enough to keep her warm.
The sisters are not real accustomed to the cold. Though Rhy had lived in the snow when everyone else had fled. She had survived that disaster, and was all too familiar with the cold. Thankfully, the electric kept her warm. But it did not keep away the memories of kicking over snow mounds, hoping not to find a sister buried beneath.
Hurricane arrives, and Lagertha takes the lead. Rhy is content to listen, interjecting when her brusque queen needs a bit of softening. That’s why Rhy exists for, after all. A yin to Lagertha’s yang, if you will. And then something else joins them. It is not quite horse, more creature really. But it is polite, and so she doesn’t freak out. Not yet. Not that she’s freak out, exactly. No, she’d just grow claws, or turn the tiny little harmless sparks on her back into an electric storm. You know. She may be polite, but she’s not about to get stepped on.
The creature simply introduces itself though, and the name rings something of a bell, but nothing specific that she can recall. So she simply nods her head in greeting, because he seems to have heard their introduction and doesn’t need to hear it again. Granted, they were a collective “Amazons” to him. But really, it was close enough. “We are well,” she says with a smile. “I’m curious what this proposition might be, but it’s really up to Lagertha.” Not that Lagertha didn’t consider Rhy’s opinions. Or that either of them would like the proposition. But she was curious what they had to offer. It was a pretty dead kingdom, after all.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
