08-28-2015, 04:38 PM
 Lagertha and Scorch are precisely the same to Ephrelle – they are both her leaders, the mares that keep the Jungle in order and govern the lives of the women inside it. Perhaps to someone like Nayl (someone wily, someone willing to do whatever is necessary to advance oneself), Lagertha and Scorch are different, but not to Ephrelle who is nothing more than a friendly, polite follower. Her desire for personal power is nonexistent, and she has never yearned to lead anything but herself. She only doesn’t want to be a disappointment, and that is why she is hesitant. Tantalize points out something to the side that Ephrelle hadn’t noticed before. She turns her green gaze to meet the yellow eyes of the cat lunging in the tree, her ears flickering to hear Lagertha’s explanation. Ephrelle’s eyes fly to the grey general’s chest where –sure enough – her tattoos were also gone. So it is not Ephrelle that has sinned against the Jungle after all. She feels her heart lighten at the thought, and her body language certainly reflects that as well. “It seems…nice?” She says hesitantly, not wanting to offend the Jungle Spirit but also unsure exactly what else she should say about it. “How’s the Jungle?” she asks, turning her green eyes back to Lagertha. “I’ve been…away lately.” Lagertha certainly knows that - Ephrelle hadn’t shown up for their meeting – but she doesn’t want Tantalize to think that she’s uninformed by choice. then take this pleasure and take it with the pain |