11-11-2015, 01:33 PM
I am iron and I forge myself
Like recruits, Lagertha puts little faith in the children of the Jungle until they decide to swear their allegiance (and even then, actions speak louder than oaths) or are actively learning throughout their childhood. She is glad to see Nayl around again, and hopes that Sarkis and Vi will stay in the land their mother loved so much. Anguisette she doesn’t have to worry about, though the mother in her would like her children to meet sometime soon. If Fennick keeps his word, the Princess will have the freedom to come and go as she pleases, so perhaps she will return home for brief visit sometime soon. If not, well she doubts Vidar will leave before he is two.
She doesn’t worry about her second son, either. She tries to foster a sense of independence in her children from a very young age, encouraging them to explore the hidden mysteries of the Jungle while she takes care of the day-to-day minutiae of kingdom business. A call sounds from somewhere - it is muffled by the density of the trees, but it sounds vaguely familiar. It comes from inside the Kingdom too, which means it isn’t an outsider. Hmmm… Lagertha turns on her heels to investigate, picking up an easy trot in the general direction of where she thinks it came from, relying on her smell from there on out.
Eventually she finds the black and white mare, and while she can’t immediately identify the woman, something pokes and needles at the back of her mind. In the end, despite the fact that she can’t place the face or smell, something tells warrior Queen chooses not to be overly hostile. Just a little bit. Cause the trespassers (if she is one) are getting on her goddamn nerves. “If you’re not a returning sister, I strongly suggest you get the fuck out of my Kingdom.”
That’s only a little hostile, right?
She doesn’t worry about her second son, either. She tries to foster a sense of independence in her children from a very young age, encouraging them to explore the hidden mysteries of the Jungle while she takes care of the day-to-day minutiae of kingdom business. A call sounds from somewhere - it is muffled by the density of the trees, but it sounds vaguely familiar. It comes from inside the Kingdom too, which means it isn’t an outsider. Hmmm… Lagertha turns on her heels to investigate, picking up an easy trot in the general direction of where she thinks it came from, relying on her smell from there on out.
Eventually she finds the black and white mare, and while she can’t immediately identify the woman, something pokes and needles at the back of her mind. In the end, despite the fact that she can’t place the face or smell, something tells warrior Queen chooses not to be overly hostile. Just a little bit. Cause the trespassers (if she is one) are getting on her goddamn nerves. “If you’re not a returning sister, I strongly suggest you get the fuck out of my Kingdom.”
That’s only a little hostile, right?
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons