Jonyna Si
Rayia smiled a genuine, if small, smile at that. Some of the weariness lifted from her eyes. Their golden discs almost sparkled in the light as Rayia turned to look up towards Jonyna.
“Fire…thinks you’re funny?” Rayia repeated, hesitantly. She knew ritemasters back on Weik who claimed Illuna spoke to them sometimes.
Rayia hadn’t been entirely sure what to make of them. Afterall, it wasn’t as if Illuna was an intangible concept like the Force. Her bones were present on Weik, if a little… unusual. ‘
Understatement of the century,’ Rayia chided internally. But the imagery of those ritemasters had stuck with her.
They described Illuna as a usually gentle soul, never mind her fiery temper, draped in the sun’s flames. ‘
Certainly an appropriate depiction for an ascended Felacatian with the moniker Mother Flame,’ Rayia had to admit.
Rayia’s tail twitched, fur bristling as it sensed the vibrations of Jonyna’s movement in the space around her. And the vibrations of the fruit, as it dropped from the branch Jonyna had affected, colliding with the branch below and sending it shuddering with movement as well.
Rayia’s ear twitched at the solid, slightly slick thunk the fruit made as it spattered the lower branch with strangling, orange pulp. As her mother wrapped an arm around her, the shorter Felacatian rested her head against Jonyna’s shoulder.
Her last statement had Rayia’s shoulders shaking as the Felacatian chuckled. “
Oh, of that I am aware,” Rayia laughed. She could still marvel at the emphatic gentleness with which Jonyna corrected a mistake. Not all mothers were of that mind.
“
I was going to wait until things were a little more finalized, but uhm…,” Rayia paused as she deliberated whether or not she should reveal this surprise. Her tone of voice suggested nonchalance, but Rayia was anything but. Her shoulders were taut under Jonyna’s arm, seemingly spring loaded. Finally, she said, “
…I’ve been looking into spaces on Ran Dom Kuun. Something a little more permanent when we’re not on the Reaper.”