and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
She is often reminded of her first time in the Jungle, when she brings newcomers back here. When Rhy had come, the Jungle had been quiet enough no one had even found her waiting on the border. Now, that would never happen. But then? Well things had been volatile then, uncertain, the throne passing somewhat quickly from one Queen to the next. In the end, Rhy had plunged her way through the Jungle completely alone, hunting for the kingdom meeting she had heard called.
And she too had thought it might be a hell of a lot easier to blast a whole through the underbrush to get her there, but she’d never done that. She’d stumbled and crashed through the vines and the trees, scratching her sides more times than she could count. Nothing that scarred. No, her only scar now was the strange burnt patch on her rump, the hair mostly white now. Which really, wasn’t that noticeable on her, given that she was gold and white anyway.
She remembers the heat though, remembers being covered in sweat. Remembers the sounds. Remembers, truthfully, being terrified then. She hadn’t been in the best control of her powers, and everything here seemed like a different world from the Dale. Her parents were gone, she’d been barely a year old, and she’d been left to fend for herself. Not so terribly far from Draconis now. But Rhy wouldn’t leave the girl alone. Not until she was ready.
“You get used to it quickly. Honestly, the rest of Beqanna is terribly quiet, and terribly cold to me now.” She chuckles slightly, but it was true. Life outside the Jungle seemed like a strange proposition to her. Could she ever get used to anywhere else at this point? Probably, but she wasn’t sure that she wanted to either. “Sometimes, if we are very lucky, the monkeys will come down to play as well.”
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
