so you wanna play with magic; Lagertha

[Lagertha]

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

Whatever Lagertha’s personal view may be, they must be shunted aside for the good of the Sisterhood and the Jungle. She knows this. She also knows they’re potentially poking at a very large, very volatile bear, and while Jaguars are solitary creatures, they cannot always keep the bear at bay alone.

And for the record, who said Lagertha dislikes Camrynn? No one. Not her, especially. She had placed no hopes on the filly winning the Desert competition. Hell, she had probably advised against sending someone in the name of the Jungle. Yael wasn’t stupid. The Desert wasn’t stupid. And so was she surprised when the filly (or was she grown then?) refused to do as Scorch wished? Not really. But as Lagertha was not present at the meeting, she only knew that they had come out that excursion with an alliance, and that Scorch practically exhaled smoke for a couple of months after that.

Lagertha may not be a diplomat, but even Generals broker peace from time to time. And so, a warrior Queen must as well.

Something tugs at her today, something that sets her on a familiar path and puts her mind and muscles at ease as the new Khaleesi undertakes a simple border patrol. Granted, simple is an understatement; their borders are large (like the Desert’s), and it often requires a bit of maintenance work. But Lagertha doesn’t mind. It is routine, and today, she feels almost as if she were not newly crowned. Until she smells a visitor. Then, she puts on her Queen hat (invisible, unlike her horns), and sets her shoulders back and moves forward at a trot. Sure, the mare is pretty, but her breathtaking beauty is lost on Lagetha. She prefers function over appearance, and usefulness over decoration (hence the horns). She’s never actually met adult Camrynn, though when she draws close enough to see the color of the bedazzled mare’s eyes, something pings in the corner of her mind.

Her eyes narrow - the sigils are useless, the diamonds distracting. But those eyes… Lagertha comes to a standstill and blinks a couple of times. Cautiously, she greets the stranger (although if her guess is right, the mare does not quite deserve the title) “Cammie…?” As in little Cammie, the one she trained with Pomona?

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian khaleesi