01-14-2016, 03:07 PM
I am iron and I forge myself
She’s never been one to fuss over children. They are women, and birthing is a fact of life. Sometimes surprises come out. Sometimes it is hard, and painful, and bloody, and sometimes it doesn’t end well. Some are caught up in the season and some are forced, and some simply love - creating mini me’s as a testament to their love. Lagertha understands this, but has never actually experienced it. She has yet to meet a stallion that can stand on their own four feet in front of her and go head-to-head without flinching. She has yet to find one who is not intimidated by her rank and battle prowess and confidence. One might suggest that she look to Beqanna’s Kings (or even former Kings) for a suitable companion, but her womb has already been loaned out in the name of politics. The iron Lady does have a heart, believe it or not. And she wants more than an alliance. Those are easy to get these days. A partner? Not so much.
With all the time in the world, Lagertha is content to wait.
Maturity is so overrated these days.
She’s in the clearing for a purpose - not to give updates regarding the ongoing conflict - but to initiate the newest women who have decided to join the Sisterhood. That is her eventual intention, but she’s paused and taken a moment to soak in the community that is gathered. Taking a bite every now and then, Lagertha stands at the edge and watches quietly, a content look upon her face. Her calm, slate-colored gaze wanders upon Vineine leading a spindly-legged foal into the light, and she decides to see what the child’s name is. Vidar is fully grown now, and Sette became an adult two years or so before that. She doesn’t miss having a baby around (not now, at least, they would only be a liability). But she should take an interest in her women’s children. They could become valuable members in a few years.
“Hello, Vineine,” she says quietly, adopting a relaxed posture. “Who’s this little one?” She looks down her silvery-tattooed nose at the filly with a half-smile, refraining from commenting on her tail.
With all the time in the world, Lagertha is content to wait.
Maturity is so overrated these days.
She’s in the clearing for a purpose - not to give updates regarding the ongoing conflict - but to initiate the newest women who have decided to join the Sisterhood. That is her eventual intention, but she’s paused and taken a moment to soak in the community that is gathered. Taking a bite every now and then, Lagertha stands at the edge and watches quietly, a content look upon her face. Her calm, slate-colored gaze wanders upon Vineine leading a spindly-legged foal into the light, and she decides to see what the child’s name is. Vidar is fully grown now, and Sette became an adult two years or so before that. She doesn’t miss having a baby around (not now, at least, they would only be a liability). But she should take an interest in her women’s children. They could become valuable members in a few years.
“Hello, Vineine,” she says quietly, adopting a relaxed posture. “Who’s this little one?” She looks down her silvery-tattooed nose at the filly with a half-smile, refraining from commenting on her tail.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons
[i've been meaning to get a post up to vineine in the last thread buttttt this seemed like a better idea
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