and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
Anahi’s reaction is not uncommon. Most find this kingdom beautiful, and often, that is enough to keep them. First they see the beauty of the trees and the brush and the flowers. And then they meet the Sisters, learn what kind of family this place can offer. It’s far from traditional, certainly. But for Rhy, who’d hardly had a family at all, this place was heaven. The Sisters had accepted Rhy unconditionally (despite the electric in her veins that had scared everyone else away).
“You get used to the heat,” she adds with a grin. Rhy’s hardly broken a sweat at all, but of course, this is pretty normal to her at this point. She’d spent most of her life in the Jungle (some fourteen years or so at this point). She’s about to speak again when she hears Mother!, accompanied by a friendly nicker.
Rhy turns, a smile already on her face, knowing who she’s going to find at the other end of that greeting. Only Draconis calls her mother, after all, and it’s been some time since Rhy has seen the girl. She isn’t the world’s greatest mother, with so much of her time taken by the Jungle, but she tries her best. And if nothing else, she loves the girl more fiercely than she ever thought possible. It doesn’t matter that the black girl isn’t her own flesh and blood. Not even a little bit.
“Well well Draconis,” she says at the girl approaches, reaching down to brush her muzzle against the dragon on Draconis’ side. “I see you’ve decided to stay. I admit, I’m rather happy about that.” She turns back to Anahi, feeling bad for getting distracted, but it’s hard not to be thrilled that Draconis had taken the oath. Rhy had only wished she’d been here to see it. But still.
“Draconis, this is Anahi. She’s here to check the place out.” Rhy smiles, and then nods at the tattoo on Draconis. Rhy has her own as well, the matching red flower blooming on her chest, though on her side is a raging electric storm. It’s grown over the years from a small thing that sat just on her shoulder, to a nearly constantly moving storm that covers half her side. “These are a product of taking the oath. Sisters swear their loyalty to the Jungle, and if you ever leave, the tattoos become a large red X on your chest. But no one is forced into taking the oath unless they feel ready to do so.”
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
