10-16-2015, 03:49 PM
I am iron and I forge myself
If and/or when Lagertha decides that she has lived long enough, she imagines that in the fading years of her life, she will probably be like Crito. Slightly grumpy, but devoted, perhaps serving as advisor to whomever is Khaleesi. The only difference is that her joints will thank her for the heat and humidity, while Crito’s must protest with every step he takes. A long journey such as the one from the Turndra to the Jungle must be… tiring, to say the least, and when she hears him call for Scorch, she is a little confused. Why…? Surely word had gotten around after their visit to the Brothers that there was a change.
No? Apparently Hurricane should brush up on his communication skills.
It is not a fiery, naked rat that bursts from the treeline, but a stately and stoic, horned gray mare that wears a sign of subtle amusement on her face. Not because she enjoys delivering the news of Scorch’s death (she already had to do that to Ea, and that was incredibly unpleasant), but because he would surely be surprised. He called for the Khaleesi. Here she is. Sporting some new accoutrements, but still the same warrior he met several years ago in the Meadow.
“Crito,” she says without a grumble in her voice, “what a nice surprise.” Lagertha takes a few steps beyond the border and then waits for him to meet her half way. “How have you been?”
Ha, isn’t that question of the year for him? She doesn't know he was captured, of course. To her, it's just small talk.
No? Apparently Hurricane should brush up on his communication skills.
It is not a fiery, naked rat that bursts from the treeline, but a stately and stoic, horned gray mare that wears a sign of subtle amusement on her face. Not because she enjoys delivering the news of Scorch’s death (she already had to do that to Ea, and that was incredibly unpleasant), but because he would surely be surprised. He called for the Khaleesi. Here she is. Sporting some new accoutrements, but still the same warrior he met several years ago in the Meadow.
“Crito,” she says without a grumble in her voice, “what a nice surprise.” Lagertha takes a few steps beyond the border and then waits for him to meet her half way. “How have you been?”
Ha, isn’t that question of the year for him? She doesn't know he was captured, of course. To her, it's just small talk.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons
[this is shit but i wanted to get it up...]