and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
Time has been kind to you, he says, and she cannot help but think that’s entirely untrue. Well, not entirely. Certain things have changed for the better. Her sister has finally gotten over her fear of the electric in Rhy’s veins, and for once, they have become close. Well, closer than she ever dared to hope, but there were many years of pain in there. They’d never close the distance entirely.
But other than that, what had time really given her? It had taken her parents, Scorch, part of her life, and Kratos. She had nothing but the Jungle and Lagertha. And those two things should be enough. Mostly they are enough. But thoughts always creep in that they are not enough. That perhaps Rhy has already outstayed her welcome on this earth. Which is foolish. She’s still young and at least partially immortal.
But still, maybe age has nothing to do with it. Maybe she was never supposed to stay very long.
Vanquish’s greeting is kind, though she notices the shadow of a frown that crosses his face. They head into the kingdom, with the girl now pasted to Rhy’s side. She doesn’t mind. The girl wants to learn, and she’s staying well enough out of the way, so Rhy offers her another encouraging smile as they head back into the Jungle. Rhy’s about to speak again, but Lagertha is quick to find them now. She’s not surprised. Lagertha is quick to find anyone in the Jungle that doesn’t belong.
She’s already poking, literally, at Vanquish, and Rhy can’t help but laugh slightly. Perhaps it is startling, to anyone who hasn’t died and come back. But it happens somewhat regularly. Particularly to Rhy. It doesn’t seem very far fetched that last she saw him they were in the afterlife, and now he was well and whole again.
“It’s really kind of you to come say hello Lagertha,” Rhy teases, knowing her friend and Queen has never been much for pleasantries. “Since when do the dead in Beqanna actually stay dead, anyway?”
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
