and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
Their tattoos have finally come back, and it’s strange, by Rhy finds the presence of the tattoo calming. Like things might actually be okay. Go back to normal. Or as normal as a lioness shifting, half dead, manipulator of electric could ever be. She’s a far cry from normal, even in Beqanna where traits are rampant. She’s got a swath of them though. Empathy too, if you throw in that temporary, kingdom granted trait that she mostly just blocks out. It’s not that hard to judge someone if you know what to look for. She doesn’t really need the empathy, though on occasion, she does find it handy.
Mostly she uses it to skim the border for unfamiliar presences, when she’s not close enough to catch them by scent or sound. Today is one of those days, and she notices the feeling of a storm before it’s gone, replaced with something far calmer (though perhaps not happy?). Given her lack of using this particular skill, she’s not all that good at actually understanding it completely. It’s something more of a gut feeling to her, then a real wash of emotions.
But either way, it’s enough to draw her to the border. On her side, the electric storm has grown, and the tattoo flashes halfway down her barrel. She nods to the group, coming to stand beside her friend and queen. Mostly she’s never seen Lagertha is anything more than a friend. Yes, she is her queen, but that’s never changed their relationship or encouraged Rhy to keep her mouth shut. No, the only influence it ever had was that Rhy had always offered her support to Lagertha. Rhy didn’t care for a crown in the way Lag had, and so it had been easy to cast her support instead of fighting for the throne.
“Welcome to the Jungle,” she adds with a wry smile and a sideway glance at her Khaleeshi. The Warrior Queen never been good with pleasantries. But it gave Rhy something to do, at least.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
