Lagertha / all kingdom.

[Tantalize]

tantalize

infinity overhead

and i whisper, are you listening?

The moment the words had fallen from her lips, Lagertha’s wings evaporated. Suddenly she felt a new weight attaching right above her shoulder blades. It was an odd feeling, very unlike the invisible burden that was carried their daily. The General hadn’t been lying when she said they would form to her. Craning her neck to check out these new appendages, she sees they match her dark bay coat and even better, her jaguar spots run freely over the feathers. ”Very cool.” She admits with a little grin. Unfurling one wing and then the next is done with little to no grace but she figures with some practice, she will look like she’s had wings her whole life.

That had only been yesterday, today she’s in a clearing that gives her some room to work with. Practicing opening and closing, stretching, all those little odds and ends that come with having a nifty set of wings. She’s getting better at feeling them out by the time she hears the call. Slowly she folds the wings to her body and sets off towards the meeting area. She had figured Lagertha had a few tricks up her sleeve, had seen the ambition in her eyes the day she met her. They had all known it, that she would make an excellent leader. With the tension between Scorch and her, she figured something was bound to happen. To her surprise, she sees Scorch in utterly bad shape leaning against the General. Her sides are huge but the rest of her body is so thin. It almost looks as if she is dying.

Lagertha, compared to the fading mare at her side, looks sparkling and new…As if she had gotten even younger. Then she speaks and Liz dips her head in agreement with the choice and what is happening. ”Khaleesi.” She acknowledges, golden eyes briefly warm in her direction. She had known that change would be coming, deep down they all had. It’s still strange to hear another wear that crown but the wings that shift along her back remind her that she has a new role now, a new purpose. Her attention turns to Scorch, looking as if she might come apart at the seams. The jaguar mare comes to her side, eyeing the swollen barrel of the former ruler. ”You should have given birth ages ago…” She murmurs softly, a soft whicker to try and soothe her during this obviously terrifying time. She was no healer, no magician. It’s not a good feeling to be so helpless when you want to do something to alleviate that pain and fear. All she can do is stand watch and try to help where she can and console the woman who had welcomed her back when she may not have deserved it.