01-21-2016, 03:08 PM
Lagertha is a disdaining creature; she has no use for those who do not help themselves, or fail to contribute anything besides smug remarks and a pretty coat. The Khaleesi cannot use smart-assery. She already has a war hammer of a tongue, perfectly adept at quipping back and forth on its own. And as for looks - well if she'd wanted to be pretty, she might have followed down Imogin's path and asked Prague for something shiny and pink. But what use would she have for that? How many warrior queens can be taken seriously while wearing pink?
Lagertha's gaze studies the interrupting stallion with cool detachment. Normally she would do just he expects and ignore him, but since her companion is more polite than she is, Lagertha follows their introductions with her own. "Lagertha. Amazonian Queen." The gray mare doesn't throw around her title often, but when she does, it's to make a point.
Back to their conversation. "And who is they?" she asks Riva, ready to draw out the source of her bitter fount piece by piece if she has to. There is no other way to determine if she should offer the mare a home, or let someone else deal with an all-encompassing vendetta. Lagertha doesn't want a liability.
Lagertha's gaze studies the interrupting stallion with cool detachment. Normally she would do just he expects and ignore him, but since her companion is more polite than she is, Lagertha follows their introductions with her own. "Lagertha. Amazonian Queen." The gray mare doesn't throw around her title often, but when she does, it's to make a point.
Back to their conversation. "And who is they?" she asks Riva, ready to draw out the source of her bitter fount piece by piece if she has to. There is no other way to determine if she should offer the mare a home, or let someone else deal with an all-encompassing vendetta. Lagertha doesn't want a liability.