10-01-2015, 06:06 PM
I am iron and I forge myself
The fuck, the fuck, the fuck?! The electricity flying is definitely not what Lagertha is expecting, and as soon as Rhy picks her up in that, and the ground disappears beneath her, she starts to get a little nervous. Lagertha has flown before, but it’s always been with her own wings (and even then, she was not the most adept at it, only having them for a comparatively short amount of time), knowing that she is in control of whether or not she plunges headfirst towards the cold, hard ground. Not that Lagertha doesn’t trust Rhy - she does, with her life and with her kingdom - but this little surprise made her heart race and a loud yelp escaped her normally cool and collected demeanor. “Fucking hell, Rhy! A little notice next time?” She tries to throw the gold and white woman a dirty look. but it just devolves into an exaggerated eye roll and a laugh. Plus, it got them to the Tundra more quickly, and since it the two kingdoms are rather far apart, Lagertha will not complain about that. Although the air is dreadfully cold. That, she can complain about. In a very unqueenly manner.
When Rhy finally deposits them back on solid ground, Lagertha stamps her feet a little to try and warm up. moving in a tight circle to get the blood flowing again. Fuck, it is cold here. She hates how her breath comes in a cold mist right in front of them. Her last visit here, in the summer, was much more… pleasant. Oh yes. And active, too.
A familiar face (vaguely - oh goodness, what was his name?) drifts down towards them and the horned Khaleesi remains silent for a moment. But no, he is all brusque and businesslike, and very much like herself, in that regard. The iron gray mare tilts her head little, wondering if she is all that different now. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember the last time I was here, Hurricane? You had a King problem.” A thin smile tugs at the edges of her lips, but it is the only sign of amusement at her past antics. “This is Rhy, my second in command - ” she nods towards her Sister, “ - and I am Khaleesi now. How is the Tundra?”
Lagertha silently hopes that something exciting has happened recently. These pleasantries and formalities are… boring, at best.
When Rhy finally deposits them back on solid ground, Lagertha stamps her feet a little to try and warm up. moving in a tight circle to get the blood flowing again. Fuck, it is cold here. She hates how her breath comes in a cold mist right in front of them. Her last visit here, in the summer, was much more… pleasant. Oh yes. And active, too.
A familiar face (vaguely - oh goodness, what was his name?) drifts down towards them and the horned Khaleesi remains silent for a moment. But no, he is all brusque and businesslike, and very much like herself, in that regard. The iron gray mare tilts her head little, wondering if she is all that different now. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember the last time I was here, Hurricane? You had a King problem.” A thin smile tugs at the edges of her lips, but it is the only sign of amusement at her past antics. “This is Rhy, my second in command - ” she nods towards her Sister, “ - and I am Khaleesi now. How is the Tundra?”
Lagertha silently hopes that something exciting has happened recently. These pleasantries and formalities are… boring, at best.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons