and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
It’s almost like she can feel him. Like the partially dead and the once dead call out to each other. In all likelihood, it’s his smell mixed with the smell of sand that pokes at her memory. But for whatever the reason, she’s quick to weave through the Jungle toward her savior. They’d met only briefly, really, in life and in death. But that doesn’t seem to matter much to her. He’d saved her life, and she owed him for that.
Besides, he’d been dead. Maybe he has some clue how she feels, always torn between two realms. Maybe not, because he’s fully alive (unlike her). And in the end, she’ll probably never ask, and never know. But the answer seems irrelevant. The thing that matters most if that he is like her in some ways, in the important ways, in the ways almost no one else is.
Rhy is visible and in her normal gold and white horse form when she gets to the border of the Jungle. She hears a nicker and turns her head, spotting a young filly she doesn’t know yet. The girl is clearly of the Jungle though, and Rhy smiles at her encouragingly, before she steps out of the Jungle to find him. “Vanquish,” she says with a smile. It is unexpectedly good to see him, though she wonders still where his son as gone. She missed that boy, and would simultaneously have to kill him should he ever show his face again.
“Welcome back,” she says, and it’s unclear if she means the Jungle or simply back to life, or both. Probably it’s both, but she’s not going to be any more specific in front of a child. The girl will learn soon enough. They all do. “Come in. I assume you are here to see Lagertha?” She nods her head into the Jungle as she talks, dipping back into the trees and waiting for him to follow.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
