there's a bad moon on the rise - anyone

[Lagertha]

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

Lagertha laughs freely at Ephrelle’s comment - an event that must seem rare and almost out of character for the General. “I suppose so. Hopefully she will grow to be both fierce and nice.” The jaguar blinks her golden eyes and there is a rumble in the back of its throat, though the meaning of it is unclear. She glances towards it, for though Rhy is her lioness and the epitome of their home is another large cat, there is still a slight sense of unease. Perhaps it is due to the thoughts in her mind and the plan she is about to nudge forward.

Tantalize echoes her sentiments exactly, and the corners of Lagertha’s mouth twitch upward for a moment. Yes.

“Too quiet,” she adds dryly to the former Khaleesi’s assessment. And then adds as an afterthought, “though it is no single sister’s fault. We are lax.” Her gaze shifts between the two women and she continues slowly, trying to pick her words with care. “It would be good to see some new faces, Ephrelle, or… perhaps a steal to remind others that we still exist? Whatever strikes your fancy, if you are up to it.” A General cannot be hard all the time; she must understand and provide gentle, but firm guidance when necessary. A little direction, perhaps, for those who seem lost. “And Liz - may I call you Liz? I would love to pick your brain about something later…” And then in her brisk, ever on the move manner, she nods decisively to the both of them, a thin and pressed, but genuine smile on lips.

“If you’ll excuse me, ladies. There is something I need to tend to.”

Working, always working. Time to see what the Meadow held for her. She diverts herself around the two of them, leaving them to whatever conversation they might want to continue, but hopefully, with activities in mind. The jaguar watches her leave with hooded eyes, but stays behind. The tree is comfortable and it is time for a little cat nap...

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general