10-03-2015, 05:25 PM
I am iron and I forge myself
She would be a poor warrior if she did not notice Killdare trailing off behind him. However, as it is just the three of them, Lagertha doesn’t have anyone to escort him back to the Jungle. While he is, apparently, the honorable sort of Chamberling for not scampering back home as soon as he leaves the Kingdom, she still doesn’t trust him to return to the heat and humidity without something going awry. So Lagertha clenches her jaw and hopes the Dale will see him as a manservant and murmurs to Joscelin “If he gets uppity or in the way, zap him. As a warning.” That brings a little bit of a smile to her lips. Oh Chamberlings, Chamberlings. Whatever is she going to do about those Chamberlings?
With Sette pressed against her side, they wait, and it isn’t long before someone answers the doorbell. She is heavy with child, but seems happy. Of her limited experience with the Dale, she seems to fit right in. Lagertha nods a confirmation of Joscelin’s introduction, giving a simple “Thank you,” to her offer of congratulations. However, when Sette says that she likes the trees, and Soliel offers to take her to see them, Lagertha smiles and nudges the almost yearling forward. “Of course. Go, have fun.” They shouldn’t be here too long anyway, because more horses appear to be coming towards them.
It’s a party, she thinks, and then quickly adds that she is not so great at parties. Lagertha is in no way overwhelmed by the amount of Daleans coming to see who is calling, but it does make the ‘quick visit’ rather long. The next to approach is a somewhat familiar face, one that she hasn’t seen in ages. Ea. She is glad to see that at least one of the children was keeping up the Jungle’s end of the agreement, though she keeps holding onto a silent hope that Dalten will show his face. “Ea. Of course, you’re Scorch’s daughter…” She trails off, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news, but also not wanting to intentionally keep mare in the dark. If she is surprised that there is a new Khaleesi, she definitely doesn’t know about her mother’s death. “Oh fuck..” she mutters under her breath, before looking the silvery bay in the eyes. Lagertha takes a deep breath. “No one should find out this way, but you should know that… she is dead. I’m sorry.” It’s all very business-like, the matter of relating a death, but often like the police, she is poor at showing concern. What else could she have said? ‘There’s been an accident’? or ‘You should find one of your siblings’? No. That was cowardly. And would cause the girl to worry unnecessarily. Best to rip the band-aid off all once.
The iron Queen frowns a little, making an effort to try and feel for the daughter who was traded off. Luckily for her, another horse comes, and then another, and another, and Lagertha’s attention is pulled away from Ea. A gray stallion is first, followed shortly by another red roan and a bay mare. Again, she dips her head in thanks to the mare, noting the intimacy between her and Joscelin. The gray stallion never introduces himself, but as he begins to delve into the heart of the matter instead of lingering on pleasantries, she takes him to be Ramiel, the King. She nods, dipping her horned head slightly in thanks. “Yes, I am aware of the agreement that was set up by Scorch. After all, you do have my son, Dalten, supposedly amongst your ranks.” She pauses and looks between Joscelin and Ea, painfully aware of his absence. The Amazons really did get the better end of that deal. And she wasn’t going to re-neg on that, because Joscelin was starting to become an invaluable member of the Kingdom, and though perhaps still small, Ramiel appears to have a loyal following.
The Dale isn’t her first pick but if it means she gets to keep what she already has, then she’ll make do. That is one out of the four slots she’s allotted for alliances and treaties. “It still stands. Joscelin is one of the more hardworking sisters, and I am sure she is going to go far.” At that point, a black stallion interrupts her, and her gray eyes fall upon her first born. Her son. Her piece of political maneuvering. Her deal with Tiphon. And yet, he is more than that. For a moment, she pauses, drinking in the sight of him. How long has it been? Long enough. Too long. “Dalten.” she finally says with a small smile, taking a step or two towards him and extending her nose in greeting.
This is the biggest multi-family reunion she’s ever seen in Beqanna. Which is weird, because Lagertha’s never had a family except for the sisters. And her son. And now Sette. Which reminds her… When the formalities are over, someone needs to be introduced, and Joscelin given leave to stay awhile.
With Sette pressed against her side, they wait, and it isn’t long before someone answers the doorbell. She is heavy with child, but seems happy. Of her limited experience with the Dale, she seems to fit right in. Lagertha nods a confirmation of Joscelin’s introduction, giving a simple “Thank you,” to her offer of congratulations. However, when Sette says that she likes the trees, and Soliel offers to take her to see them, Lagertha smiles and nudges the almost yearling forward. “Of course. Go, have fun.” They shouldn’t be here too long anyway, because more horses appear to be coming towards them.
It’s a party, she thinks, and then quickly adds that she is not so great at parties. Lagertha is in no way overwhelmed by the amount of Daleans coming to see who is calling, but it does make the ‘quick visit’ rather long. The next to approach is a somewhat familiar face, one that she hasn’t seen in ages. Ea. She is glad to see that at least one of the children was keeping up the Jungle’s end of the agreement, though she keeps holding onto a silent hope that Dalten will show his face. “Ea. Of course, you’re Scorch’s daughter…” She trails off, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news, but also not wanting to intentionally keep mare in the dark. If she is surprised that there is a new Khaleesi, she definitely doesn’t know about her mother’s death. “Oh fuck..” she mutters under her breath, before looking the silvery bay in the eyes. Lagertha takes a deep breath. “No one should find out this way, but you should know that… she is dead. I’m sorry.” It’s all very business-like, the matter of relating a death, but often like the police, she is poor at showing concern. What else could she have said? ‘There’s been an accident’? or ‘You should find one of your siblings’? No. That was cowardly. And would cause the girl to worry unnecessarily. Best to rip the band-aid off all once.
The iron Queen frowns a little, making an effort to try and feel for the daughter who was traded off. Luckily for her, another horse comes, and then another, and another, and Lagertha’s attention is pulled away from Ea. A gray stallion is first, followed shortly by another red roan and a bay mare. Again, she dips her head in thanks to the mare, noting the intimacy between her and Joscelin. The gray stallion never introduces himself, but as he begins to delve into the heart of the matter instead of lingering on pleasantries, she takes him to be Ramiel, the King. She nods, dipping her horned head slightly in thanks. “Yes, I am aware of the agreement that was set up by Scorch. After all, you do have my son, Dalten, supposedly amongst your ranks.” She pauses and looks between Joscelin and Ea, painfully aware of his absence. The Amazons really did get the better end of that deal. And she wasn’t going to re-neg on that, because Joscelin was starting to become an invaluable member of the Kingdom, and though perhaps still small, Ramiel appears to have a loyal following.
The Dale isn’t her first pick but if it means she gets to keep what she already has, then she’ll make do. That is one out of the four slots she’s allotted for alliances and treaties. “It still stands. Joscelin is one of the more hardworking sisters, and I am sure she is going to go far.” At that point, a black stallion interrupts her, and her gray eyes fall upon her first born. Her son. Her piece of political maneuvering. Her deal with Tiphon. And yet, he is more than that. For a moment, she pauses, drinking in the sight of him. How long has it been? Long enough. Too long. “Dalten.” she finally says with a small smile, taking a step or two towards him and extending her nose in greeting.
This is the biggest multi-family reunion she’s ever seen in Beqanna. Which is weird, because Lagertha’s never had a family except for the sisters. And her son. And now Sette. Which reminds her… When the formalities are over, someone needs to be introduced, and Joscelin given leave to stay awhile.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons