09-15-2015, 02:31 PM
So, her first kingdom meeting hadn’t exactly gone the way as planned. She’d walked into a group of women panicking over their dying former Khaleesi and had promptly been ignored. She doesn’t blame them; they were moving as one, all of them working to make sure Scorch made it safely to the Falls to be healed. She admires their determination and their ability to work towards a common goal. Whether or not the bald mare had made it, Tessie doesn’t know. It was not her place to go with them because she is not yet truly a sister. She did not want to step on any toes by accompanying them to the healing waters of the Falls.
This time, when she hears Lagertha’s call, she does not hesitate for a moment. She strikes out towards the meeting grounds of the Jungle and joins the sisters—and other brand new initiates like herself—who have already gathered. Lagertha speaks of a new beginning for the Amazonian women, abolishing their former allegiances and rivalries. She also speaks of a future raid and Tessla’s throat tightens, but she knows better than to speak against the idea. Some of them are thirsty for war and Tessla will not fault them for that, but she has no taste for it. Let them go to war. Beqanna has been far too quiet for far too long.
Her ears prick as the Khaleesi speaks of the newcomers, welcoming them forward, but Tessla is not the first to speak up. The first is a mare close to where Tessla is standing, pledging herself to the war caste. Tessla takes a step forward once Aoi falls silent, meeting Lagertha’s gaze as she does. “My name is Tessla,” she says, and silently hopes that no one recognizes her name from Quark’s time. Rhy hadn’t, at least, but there may be some who remember Quark’s little sister. She just wants to be Tessla here, not the girl who lost her mother too soon. “I would like to swear my oath to the Amazons and the diplomatic caste. I am no fighter, but know that I would give my life to protect the Jungle.”
She pauses, glancing at Lyris as she volunteers to visit the Chamber. “Am I correct in assuming you only want to befriend the strongest of the kingdoms?” she asks, head tilting slightly to the side as she looks back at Lagertha. “I would be willing to travel to the Chamber as well.”
This time, when she hears Lagertha’s call, she does not hesitate for a moment. She strikes out towards the meeting grounds of the Jungle and joins the sisters—and other brand new initiates like herself—who have already gathered. Lagertha speaks of a new beginning for the Amazonian women, abolishing their former allegiances and rivalries. She also speaks of a future raid and Tessla’s throat tightens, but she knows better than to speak against the idea. Some of them are thirsty for war and Tessla will not fault them for that, but she has no taste for it. Let them go to war. Beqanna has been far too quiet for far too long.
Her ears prick as the Khaleesi speaks of the newcomers, welcoming them forward, but Tessla is not the first to speak up. The first is a mare close to where Tessla is standing, pledging herself to the war caste. Tessla takes a step forward once Aoi falls silent, meeting Lagertha’s gaze as she does. “My name is Tessla,” she says, and silently hopes that no one recognizes her name from Quark’s time. Rhy hadn’t, at least, but there may be some who remember Quark’s little sister. She just wants to be Tessla here, not the girl who lost her mother too soon. “I would like to swear my oath to the Amazons and the diplomatic caste. I am no fighter, but know that I would give my life to protect the Jungle.”
She pauses, glancing at Lyris as she volunteers to visit the Chamber. “Am I correct in assuming you only want to befriend the strongest of the kingdoms?” she asks, head tilting slightly to the side as she looks back at Lagertha. “I would be willing to travel to the Chamber as well.”