10-12-2015, 01:28 PM
Well, this is… interesting. While Lagertha’s only met Demian once, they had a rather pleasant interaction in the Meadow. A friendly foundation had been laid, and Lagertha finds their diplomats to be pleasant and courteous enough, though her mind is a veritable whirlwind of trying to figure out what Eight’s game is. Perhaps she simply does not know the way of magicians that well, expecting everyone in power (whether it’s a throne or in their blood) to be like her. With a mere couple of glances between Rhy and Eight, and then back to Cress, the Iron Queen puts it out of her mind by attesting the whole matter simply to a magician’s nature (how irksome that resignation is!) and moving on to the politics of the here and now.
“Thank you, both. It is an honor to lead the Amazons." That is the truth of it - thr words are not merely part of traditional pleasantries. She loves the Jungle and its women and would die for it. Willingly. "Please say hello to Demian for me as well. We met a year or so ago in the Meadow.” Back when the crown was new to both of them, back when the chess pieces had only begun to move. For now, she is keeping her pieces close, studying the board while waiting for the second game to finish. Perhaps she will play the third – perhaps the fourth, Lagertha isn’t sure yet. What she does know is that the current game is played on many fronts, and securing alliances was only one (but very important) facet of it.
One Kingdom cannot stand alone amongst the rest.
Two, perhaps. Three – yes.
Which side will they fall to? Will power or righteousness prevail? How many of them would rather be on the winning side than the ‘right’ side?
Normally, she is of the same mind as Rhy and would balk at taking diplomats into the Jungle. But, like her Erinak, she knows that Eight could rip it all from their minds without trying – he could go right through the trees if he wanted to. Unlike the Chamber’s monster loving magicians, he is a more constant presence, and for some reason, he seems to support Lagertha. It is best to keep that support. So with another glance to Rhy, and a small nod, she lets the gold and white woman take the lead towards the most often used trail, while she brings up the rear. “Couldn’t do it without you.” She throws up in response to her sister’s compliment. It’s true, and they both know it. Might as well let them see how loyal and close they were to each other.
To Cress’s ad-lib, she chuckles and replies, “One well-worn path to the center will not reveal all our secrets. Although… If we come knocking, will you let us in?” A corner of her mouth twists upwards in a wry grin, not knowing that now – even if she wanted to – she would not be able to pass without a guide.
They are falling farther and farther behind. Unless they can somehow make up for magic with numbers. Which, she hopes, they will see in the center. Anyone. Or even better, everyone.
“Thank you, both. It is an honor to lead the Amazons." That is the truth of it - thr words are not merely part of traditional pleasantries. She loves the Jungle and its women and would die for it. Willingly. "Please say hello to Demian for me as well. We met a year or so ago in the Meadow.” Back when the crown was new to both of them, back when the chess pieces had only begun to move. For now, she is keeping her pieces close, studying the board while waiting for the second game to finish. Perhaps she will play the third – perhaps the fourth, Lagertha isn’t sure yet. What she does know is that the current game is played on many fronts, and securing alliances was only one (but very important) facet of it.
One Kingdom cannot stand alone amongst the rest.
Two, perhaps. Three – yes.
Which side will they fall to? Will power or righteousness prevail? How many of them would rather be on the winning side than the ‘right’ side?
Normally, she is of the same mind as Rhy and would balk at taking diplomats into the Jungle. But, like her Erinak, she knows that Eight could rip it all from their minds without trying – he could go right through the trees if he wanted to. Unlike the Chamber’s monster loving magicians, he is a more constant presence, and for some reason, he seems to support Lagertha. It is best to keep that support. So with another glance to Rhy, and a small nod, she lets the gold and white woman take the lead towards the most often used trail, while she brings up the rear. “Couldn’t do it without you.” She throws up in response to her sister’s compliment. It’s true, and they both know it. Might as well let them see how loyal and close they were to each other.
To Cress’s ad-lib, she chuckles and replies, “One well-worn path to the center will not reveal all our secrets. Although… If we come knocking, will you let us in?” A corner of her mouth twists upwards in a wry grin, not knowing that now – even if she wanted to – she would not be able to pass without a guide.
They are falling farther and farther behind. Unless they can somehow make up for magic with numbers. Which, she hopes, they will see in the center. Anyone. Or even better, everyone.