11-06-2015, 03:53 PM
I am iron and I forge myself
asked someone to look after Sarkis as well as Vi. Grief does things; it drives one inward when often the best medication is go outward and keep one’s self busy so it doesn’t threaten to overwhelm. The world is rough; it can, and will, beat you up and spit you out, bloody and bruised and broken. And then it will move on and it will not look back. That is why they have the Sisterhood. It is a safety net to catch them when they fall. And to be waiting with open arms when they decide to return from the Jungle’s depths.
Perhaps the Jungle spirit wanted Sarkis to rediscover the awe she had for the world; perhaps she needed the girl to see a softer side of the Warrior Queen. In truth, Lagertha was well hidden, away from any of the usual footpaths, and closed off on one side by a thick tangle of heavily thorned branches, leaving a half circle open to the rest of the Jungle. Here she stands with her newest child, Vidar, a little blue roan bundle that lays asleep at her feet. He is in the post-first-feed state, drunk on milk and the Jungle’s heat. She is dozing until the sound of hooves approaches, and she snaps awake, calling out sharply, “Who’s there?”
Perhaps the Jungle spirit wanted Sarkis to rediscover the awe she had for the world; perhaps she needed the girl to see a softer side of the Warrior Queen. In truth, Lagertha was well hidden, away from any of the usual footpaths, and closed off on one side by a thick tangle of heavily thorned branches, leaving a half circle open to the rest of the Jungle. Here she stands with her newest child, Vidar, a little blue roan bundle that lays asleep at her feet. He is in the post-first-feed state, drunk on milk and the Jungle’s heat. She is dozing until the sound of hooves approaches, and she snaps awake, calling out sharply, “Who’s there?”
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons
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