There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
This has been a day long in coming. Even without the oath or the tattoos, she has remained steadfastly loyal to the kingdom. She might have come here as part of a deal, one child traded for another, but the choice had always been hers. Had she not wished to come, her father never would have made her (never mind the deal that had hung in the balance. He would have found another way). She is lucky to have had that. And that is, perhaps, what gives her conviction strength: the knowledge that her life could have been anything she chose, and yet she had chosen the Jungle. It had called to her in a way no other place had.
She arrives quietly, golden gaze surveying those already gathered as she takes her place amongst the soon-to-be Sisters. Her red skin is scored by a network of cracks, the subtle flashing of the white light emphasizing those dark fissures as it skitters across her bright coat.
Her eyes are drawn immediately to the jaguar lounging nearby, taking the sight of the fully fledged spirit in with keen interest. Now grown, the large jungle cat is an impressive sight, all sleek grace and restrained power. Her metallic gaze lingers upon the creature for several longs moments, admiring its wild beauty. Finally, when her bright eyes turn to the khaleesi, she notes the tattoos that have re-woven themselves across her skin, decorating the stark planes of her body with telling symbols. She recalls the tattoos from ages ago, before the kingdoms had been reset into infancy. She had been little more than a child then, a youth too easily impressed by such things.
Still, even now they are impressive enough, despite how jaded she has become in the intervening years.
She doesn’t say a word as she settles in. Waiting. Watching. Lagertha and she have known each other long enough that there can be no question as to why she has come. She will take the oath as she had so long ago promised to do.
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria