There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
The Khaleesi comes for them bright and early that morning, ready head out for the Dale. Joscelin is unaccountably excited to go, though little of her excitement shows on her features. She does miss her family and relishes taking this opportunity to see how they are doing. No doubt her brother and mother would like to see her as well. When she had left the Dale more than a year ago now, she had been in rough shape, still recovering her deathly experience.
Joscelin gladly takes the lead when Lagertha indicates that she should. Had she been on her own, she would have simply flown. It would have cut the travel time in a third. But given that no one else in their party has the ability to fly, that is simply not an option today. She sets a brisk pace but is careful to ensure the youngest member is able to keep up (she might have to stretch her little legs a bit, but it’s good exercise, right?).
Given that the kingdoms are relatively close in relation to one another, even on foot, the journey does not take long. As the flat plains slowly give way to rolling hills, Joscelin begins to recognize landscapes, hills and valleys she had explored as a child. Had the Khaleesi not called up to her before moving up to her side, she would have simply kept going right past the borders of the kingdom. It is slightly surreal, having to halt at the borders of the kingdom she had grown up in. And though her loyalty lies with the Amazons, she had spent more years in this kingdom than in the jungle. It is far more familiar to her than any other place. She can see a small copse of trees not far off that she had discovered a nest of baby foxes in. And somewhere not too distant is a clearing likely still riddled with pockmarks she had been the cause of.
But they halt and Lagertha calls for Ramiel. She knows where his favorite spot to linger is (or had been, at least), and probably could have led them straight there. But given that they are here on a diplomatic mission, she supposes it is in their best interest to adhere to the unspoken laws of diplomacy. Almost before Lagertha has let the call slip from her lips, a mare Joscelin does not recognize is approaching. Her pale sides are extended greatly, displaying a well advanced pregnancy. She greets them with open friendliness, asking after their purpose here. Joscelin dips her head slightly in greeting, just as she had seen her mother do many times.
"Hello Soliel. I am Joscelin."
She pauses a moment, considering what to say next.
"We are here from the Amazon to introduce our new Khaleesi, Lagertha."
She tips her head in Lagertha’s direction before adding a secondary introduction.
"And her daughter, Sette."
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria
@[Jeje], just so you know, there is an open tag in your html
