pick apart the pieces you left | Sette, Lagertha, Any

[Lagertha]

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

Lagertha’s time is no longer her own, and if the warrior mare thought herself busy whilst General, Khaleesi is a whole other fucking story. Not that she minds, really. If this is what it is to serve the Kingdom, then bring it on. The iron woman would rather fall asleep exhausted every day and wake up eager to see what the next day brings, than a life of simplicity and boredom.

It is late in the day, and just when Lagertha thinks she’s done, she hears another, unexpected call. She pauses for a moment, trying to figure out what on earth it could be - but it doesn’t matter. With a shake of her head, she follows the sound, weaving in and out of the entangling foliage as quickly and quietly as she can. It can be a struggle sometimes, with her horns. But after a short time, she breaks through to the clearing and quickly finds the now-winged bay mare and… oh. A foal.

A foal?!

Lagertha mentally tries to wrack her brain and see if there were signs that Liz was pregnant. Is she really that freaking unobservant? As she moves towards the two at a trot, she notes that the child’s coloring is vastly different than Liz’s, which doesn’t always mean something, but often can. Perhaps the mare had taken a trip to the Adoption Den? But if so, why would she have summoned Lagertha? They would have met eventually. A handful of questions race through her mind as the horned mare slows down and stops in front of the two of them, a blatantly curious look on her face. She offers the child a small smile and eyes her slowly her up and down, eyes softening into something almost motherly. Almost. Then she shifts her gaze to her Sister. “Liz?” she asks simply, a short request for an explanation that hangs heavily in the already humid air.

What could be so important for her call to the Khaleesi this late in the day?

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian khaleesi