11-16-2015, 07:44 PM
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"There is a third choice," say the magickal mare from the back of the pack. She, like Rhy, knew this was coming - though for different reasons. When Magnus crossed their border and spoke to Lagertha the Amazonian spirit came to her, touched her head, showed her visions. She understands now that they were visions of the past - a woman stolen. A tree on fire. Fire fire fire. At the time she'd felt the rolling fear off the members of the Gates, the charged fright of the Chamber. It was a shift in balance that made her insides turn over.
Sunday is, first and foremost, of peace.
But the visions didn't stop. She saw fire in her nightmares. She could feel the fire licking her skin and eating her whole. She often woke in a thick sweat, panic seering to her very core. This sensation of immense foreboding - here's its climax. Here is where she must confront the very real catalyst of these actions.
"The Amazons can be a conduit for peace. We are so strong that both sides seek us actively - they trust us. They know us to be fair and just, and that our strength is in our immense sisterhood. No other kingdom can claim such. Why not use that strength and justice to mediate peace talks? Of course the Gates want blood, but perhaps this is a matter that can be decided with words and not with might?"
She's hopeful, but not optimistic her suggestion would take root. As an empath she can feel the emotions rolling off the women around her, weighing their choices, thinking over the strengths of each alliance. She lets her words hang in the air for as much time as she dare, then turns her gaze to Lagertha solely. "This is my hope, my deep wish. But, ultimately, I am a sister of the Jungle first and will support our decision with what gifts I can offer." No matter what pain it causes her heart.
Sunday is, first and foremost, of peace.
But the visions didn't stop. She saw fire in her nightmares. She could feel the fire licking her skin and eating her whole. She often woke in a thick sweat, panic seering to her very core. This sensation of immense foreboding - here's its climax. Here is where she must confront the very real catalyst of these actions.
"The Amazons can be a conduit for peace. We are so strong that both sides seek us actively - they trust us. They know us to be fair and just, and that our strength is in our immense sisterhood. No other kingdom can claim such. Why not use that strength and justice to mediate peace talks? Of course the Gates want blood, but perhaps this is a matter that can be decided with words and not with might?"
She's hopeful, but not optimistic her suggestion would take root. As an empath she can feel the emotions rolling off the women around her, weighing their choices, thinking over the strengths of each alliance. She lets her words hang in the air for as much time as she dare, then turns her gaze to Lagertha solely. "This is my hope, my deep wish. But, ultimately, I am a sister of the Jungle first and will support our decision with what gifts I can offer." No matter what pain it causes her heart.
SUNDAY
the amazons magickal mare
the amazons magickal mare