and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
She knows that call. It takes Rhy a minute to place it, but she knows the sound of that voice. It’s one thing she’s always been rather good at, remembering faces and names and smells and sounds. It makes her job as a diplomat far easier, when she can recall who she’s met in the past. Introducing yourself to someone who’s remembers meeting you never makes for a particularly good impression.
Then, after a moment, the feline edge to the sound hits Rhy, and she grins. Naga.
Rhy had a particular affinity to the girl, given that they both lived as both horse and cat. Naga actually belonged in the Jungle as a panther, unlike Rhy’s lioness form. But still, they could pull out claws and play without worrying much about hurting the other. There were only so many Rhy could actually be herself (or at least one part of herself) with.
Not that Lag didn’t enjoy some roughhousing, but in the end, Rhy had to be careful even with Lag. She was tough as hell, certainly, but she scratched just like anyone else.
Rhy slips through the Jungle easily, catching Lagertha’s almost friendly greeting. It was the best anyone could expect from their Warrior Queen, honestly. But Rhy just chuckles as she slips from the trees and into view of the others. “Naga. I almost didn’t recognize you. You’ve grown so much.” But she knows it’s Naga, without a doubt.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
