Rhiannon
All I know is this could either break my heart
or bring it back to life
or bring it back to life
Death was only constant in its certainty. In Rhiannon's (admittedly limited) experience, it could be calm and welcoming or cruel and sadistic. Some deaths were honorable, while others were vile. It wasn't often that the girl pondered death, bound as she was to the herald of life; but when she did, she wondered what hers would be like. Would she be one of the lucky ones, whose death meant something? Or would she die alone, her efforts in this world meaningless?
Considering Sah's words, she nodded to herself. "Mort it is," she said, flipping the Wild Thunder a saucy smile. "I've never met him or Ludo, so I was just taking a guess as to what might work." In fact, the only deity she had any experience with was Safrin, who she'd determined to be demanding above all else. Of course, what else could Rhi have expected from the goddess who had hybridized her?
Considering Sah's words, she nodded to herself. "Mort it is," she said, flipping the Wild Thunder a saucy smile. "I've never met him or Ludo, so I was just taking a guess as to what might work." In fact, the only deity she had any experience with was Safrin, who she'd determined to be demanding above all else. Of course, what else could Rhi have expected from the goddess who had hybridized her?
Got a feelin' your electric touch
could fill this ghost town up with life
could fill this ghost town up with life
