and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
She has a tendency to feel death inside the Jungle now. Not that she’s had many opportunities to hone this particular skill (thankfully), but she can feel it. Just a prickling in the back of her mind. Something that calls to the ghost in her. She can’t track it, can’t explain it, doesn’t always get it right. But she can feel it.
Eventually, she finds the trail of emotions. The uncertainty and the sadness, and by the time she tracks it down, there’s only an unfamiliar boy and a fresh mound of earth that she’s not familiar with. There’s a part of her that wants to turn and run. There’s too much death, and she’s too tempted to follow them into the afterlife and stay there. It’s comfortable there. Easy and peaceful. Somehow life doesn’t seem so terribly heavy when she visits.
But she knows she can’t go there. And she knows she can’t leave this boy either. She may no longer be herself, not entirely the golden girl Riagan raised, but she would never be cruel as to leave a child.
“Hello,” she says softly, only still guessing at what’s happened, but she does have an idea. She closes the distance between them, lowering her head slightly toward the child. She is, for now, a very normal looking horse, no signs of her traits evident. It’s alwas better that way when meeting children or strangers or basically anyone that doesn’t know her. She’s a little intimidating otherwise. “I’m Rhy. Do you have a name?”
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
