Lagertha;

[Lagertha]

this will never end, ‘cause i want more, more, give me more

She’s been a busy, busy little General bee. Plotting. Scheming. Making moves that might eventually work in her favor. Lagertha is playing the long game, and Tiphon and their son are a potential part of it.

However, the eggs are not counted. The chicks remain unhatched. Everything is in flux, and she is sure he is as curious as he to see how they might all come together. He had been vague (purposefully, she knew, for if she were a Queen, she would not make promises she couldn’t keep), yet seemingly enthusiastic about their alliance. A part of her wonders if it is simply at the prospect of having more mini-me’s running around Beqanna, or if it was for their newfound relationship. Perhaps both? The whole mess is certainly must certainly pique an outsider’s interest.

Dalten is her fist child, and Lagertha often finds herself at a loss for what to do with him; feed him, keep him safe at night, yes all those things were apparent. Yet she had her duties, patrols, and training to tend to, and the boy could not come with her everywhere. Better yet, she wouldn’t want him continuously at her heels. She often wonders what he does when he is alone - does he find others his age and play? Does he explore? Has he made friends amongst the sisters or the youngsters of other kingdoms?

She’s asked once or twice what he does, but doesn’t like to be nosy. If it’s important, he’ll tell her, and she will listen. So long as he doesn’t come home bloody and broken. If that makes her a poor mother, so be it; she prefers to think she’s fostering independence instead of hovering like a helicopter parent.

As it is, the two of them are lingering over the first meal of the day when Lagertha hears Tiphon’s distant call. She pauses her munching and lifts her head, trying to determine from which direction it came from. While she hasn’t been expecting him, she assumes that the man would want to see what they have produced. A very faint smile touches the corners of her mouth when she turns back to the dark colt beside her. “Dalten, today you are going to meet your father.”

She waits a few minutes for him to finishing eating and then leads him through the dense foliage towards the border. He may know the way himself, but he does not know what his sire looks like (he resembles her more in color, though time will tell whom he resembles physically). When the pair finally breach the edge, she looks around and spots the white and gold stallion. She nudges Dalten forward a bit, so that the two of them can walk side by side instead of one behind the other, and starts towards the King of the Dale.

He better not be disappointed.

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general

[aeris, i believe jet is going to post dalten too ]