Ea
09-29-2015, 12:40 PM
It had been years since she’d gone home.
Or, what had once been her home. She had been born there in the Jungle, trained there, watched the Amazons closely. She knew that Scorch was a strong leader, but a controversial one - Ea often saw the other mares questioning her, both in secret and, in Lagertha’s case, directly. There were parts of Lagertha that Ea admired - she was strong-willed and dedicated to the Jungle, just as Scorch was. It was something that Ea herself had never understood, such unwavering dedication to one place. She was fond of the Jungle, just as she was fond of the Dale now, but she would never feel that strong connection to one place.
She didn’t miss the Jungle – didn’t even think about it, mostly - only occasionally wondered how her mother was or what she was doing. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she could visit. She lived here now, and although she had officially joined the ranks, truthfully, there was not much she did to contribute. Ea was not a particularly hard worker - it had not been ingrained in her to work hard, only to be smart and careful.
It should seem intimidating, the three Jungle women approaching the Dale borders along with what Ea could only guess was a captive or man-slave, but instead she was only curious. They smelled of the Jungle, but none of them were her mother, and surely Scorch would have come to see Ea if they were making a diplomatic visit.
She moves towards them, tensely, even after another Dale member stops to greet them. She doesn’t recognize Soliel, but of course she wouldn’t - Ea was not usually one to socialize willingly. As she closes in, she recognizes two of the mares - Joscelin, who she had met in the Meadow with Ramiel long ago and who had been traded to the Jungle in the same deal that kept Ea here, and Lagertha.
“New Khaleesi?” Ea repeats, calmly, focusing on the two mares she knew, even though it had been years since she had seen either one of them. There is no detectable worry in her voice, although she is surprised by the news that her mother was no longer queen. “Joscelin, Lagertha, you may not remember me,” she says casually, although she’s sure they will, before looking at the other three - Soliel, an unnamed bay stallion, and a small roan filly, the new princess of the Jungle. Sette seems too small and sweet to be Lagertha's daughter, but Ea does her best to smile warmly at the child. “I’m Ea.”
Or, what had once been her home. She had been born there in the Jungle, trained there, watched the Amazons closely. She knew that Scorch was a strong leader, but a controversial one - Ea often saw the other mares questioning her, both in secret and, in Lagertha’s case, directly. There were parts of Lagertha that Ea admired - she was strong-willed and dedicated to the Jungle, just as Scorch was. It was something that Ea herself had never understood, such unwavering dedication to one place. She was fond of the Jungle, just as she was fond of the Dale now, but she would never feel that strong connection to one place.
She didn’t miss the Jungle – didn’t even think about it, mostly - only occasionally wondered how her mother was or what she was doing. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she could visit. She lived here now, and although she had officially joined the ranks, truthfully, there was not much she did to contribute. Ea was not a particularly hard worker - it had not been ingrained in her to work hard, only to be smart and careful.
It should seem intimidating, the three Jungle women approaching the Dale borders along with what Ea could only guess was a captive or man-slave, but instead she was only curious. They smelled of the Jungle, but none of them were her mother, and surely Scorch would have come to see Ea if they were making a diplomatic visit.
She moves towards them, tensely, even after another Dale member stops to greet them. She doesn’t recognize Soliel, but of course she wouldn’t - Ea was not usually one to socialize willingly. As she closes in, she recognizes two of the mares - Joscelin, who she had met in the Meadow with Ramiel long ago and who had been traded to the Jungle in the same deal that kept Ea here, and Lagertha.
“New Khaleesi?” Ea repeats, calmly, focusing on the two mares she knew, even though it had been years since she had seen either one of them. There is no detectable worry in her voice, although she is surprised by the news that her mother was no longer queen. “Joscelin, Lagertha, you may not remember me,” she says casually, although she’s sure they will, before looking at the other three - Soliel, an unnamed bay stallion, and a small roan filly, the new princess of the Jungle. Sette seems too small and sweet to be Lagertha's daughter, but Ea does her best to smile warmly at the child. “I’m Ea.”