09-22-2015, 01:24 PM
Lagertha has never been missed. Dalten adapted to the quietness of the Jungle, and her own caretaker was too strict to really give her free time to run off and get into trouble. Even amongst friends, she would be surprised to ever hear that Rhy had missed her (partially because it was rare that they were ever apart long enough for that – and partially because they were both so busy).
And yet, she’s always had a soft spot for children – from Lucetta to Simeon to Dalten and now, Anguisette – they see a side of her that most do not get to see. And she is trying. She is trying to be the sort of mother that Sette originally had; the kind that would risk the wrath of someone bigger and stronger in order to save her child. The situation itself is rather hard to imagine, but she likes it kind of to being self-sacrificing for another Sister. Lagertha is trying to make up for the mess of parenting she’d made with Dalten also, though she hasn’t even mentioned her biological son to the girl. It’s something she’ll get around to, eventually. The guilt about that one hasn’t set in yet.
More than a little weary, Lagertha returns to their sleeping spot at the end of the day. The shadows are beginning to lengthen where the sun finds holes in the canopy. Nocturnal creatures aren’t quite awake yet, but the din of the daytime jungle is lessening. When Sette darts towards her and buries her little head in Lagertha’s side, she cannot help but smile and secretly wish for her wings back. It would have been a very warm hug, but a hug nonetheless. Instead, she reaches around and whuffles into the top of her head, right between her ears. Lipping playfully at her ears when she nips. “Did you? Well I suppose I missed you too, little one.” She’s taken to calling the girl that, because dear just sounds… ugh and she can’t take the time to think of any other pet names.
She steps back and pretends to scrutinize the filly, getting very close to her and peering into her eyes and trying to look up her nose. “I don’t know… You still look very little to an old lady like me. How old are you again, missy?” She mock hems and haws and pretends to think about it And then, an idea pops into her head. “Well, you have been very good, so how about a trip to the Dale? I’m going with Aoi tomorrow. But you have to be able to get up early with me.”
That was really the hardest part – getting up early.
And yet, she’s always had a soft spot for children – from Lucetta to Simeon to Dalten and now, Anguisette – they see a side of her that most do not get to see. And she is trying. She is trying to be the sort of mother that Sette originally had; the kind that would risk the wrath of someone bigger and stronger in order to save her child. The situation itself is rather hard to imagine, but she likes it kind of to being self-sacrificing for another Sister. Lagertha is trying to make up for the mess of parenting she’d made with Dalten also, though she hasn’t even mentioned her biological son to the girl. It’s something she’ll get around to, eventually. The guilt about that one hasn’t set in yet.
More than a little weary, Lagertha returns to their sleeping spot at the end of the day. The shadows are beginning to lengthen where the sun finds holes in the canopy. Nocturnal creatures aren’t quite awake yet, but the din of the daytime jungle is lessening. When Sette darts towards her and buries her little head in Lagertha’s side, she cannot help but smile and secretly wish for her wings back. It would have been a very warm hug, but a hug nonetheless. Instead, she reaches around and whuffles into the top of her head, right between her ears. Lipping playfully at her ears when she nips. “Did you? Well I suppose I missed you too, little one.” She’s taken to calling the girl that, because dear just sounds… ugh and she can’t take the time to think of any other pet names.
She steps back and pretends to scrutinize the filly, getting very close to her and peering into her eyes and trying to look up her nose. “I don’t know… You still look very little to an old lady like me. How old are you again, missy?” She mock hems and haws and pretends to think about it And then, an idea pops into her head. “Well, you have been very good, so how about a trip to the Dale? I’m going with Aoi tomorrow. But you have to be able to get up early with me.”
That was really the hardest part – getting up early.