12-31-2015, 11:40 AM
I am iron and I forge myself
All Lagertha can think is that it’s a damn good thing that they aren’t feral beasts who rely on camoflauge and subtlety to stay alive. A green girl like that might do well here - but a bedazzled one would be easy prey for anything big within a fifty foot radius. She’s personally never cared whether or not she was beautiful, trading in muscle and stamina for long, crinkly locks and slender, lithe frame any day. Her type of partner would see the beauty in her strength, elegance in her hard lines and a riveting story in her scars and onyx crown of thorns. She has yet to meet whoever this ideal partner is… but so long as Lagertha serves the jungle, she has all the time in the world. Even after she ceases to be Khaleesi.
“I see…” Interesting. Interesting indeed. She isn’t against a little bit of indentured servitude, though really, let’s not call it that. Instead, Lagertha gives the sparkly girl a curt nod and a half-smile. “Welcome, Imogin. I’m Lagertha. When you get a bit older, we can find something for you to do.” There is always something to do, even for someone who isn’t sure if they’ll stay. “Naga is a good guide. I’m sure she’ll do well at showing you the ropes.”
Lord know Lagertha doesn't have the time to do it right now.
“I see…” Interesting. Interesting indeed. She isn’t against a little bit of indentured servitude, though really, let’s not call it that. Instead, Lagertha gives the sparkly girl a curt nod and a half-smile. “Welcome, Imogin. I’m Lagertha. When you get a bit older, we can find something for you to do.” There is always something to do, even for someone who isn’t sure if they’ll stay. “Naga is a good guide. I’m sure she’ll do well at showing you the ropes.”
Lord know Lagertha doesn't have the time to do it right now.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons