03-18-2016, 11:12 AM
I am iron and I forge myself
Vi asks the one question Lagertha would gladly kill to have an answer to. In a heartbeat. What does it say about her, that she can lose her beloved daughter? What kind of Queen is she, and what kind of mother? No, nevermind about the mother part - the Iron Lady has never pretended to be an sort of motherly model of perfection. They know this. Running a kingdom is vastly different from raising a family.
Nevertheless, a sense of shame - the first, perhaps, that she’s ever felt - washes over her. How odd, she thinks, that one of her shyest Sisters can evoke such a response. But Sette is her weakness, and in the end, there is some sort of relief deep down inside Lagertha that Sette is gone. It means she won’t be risking herself when War comes. She swallows heavily before answering. “I don’t know, Vi. I wish I did. She’s disappeared, and I’m honestly a little worried.” She pauses, glancing up at the sky as if it could give her answers.
“I assume this means you don’t know where she is, either?” If Lagerthat doesn’t know, and Vi doesn’t know, it is unlikely that anyone else will.
Nevertheless, a sense of shame - the first, perhaps, that she’s ever felt - washes over her. How odd, she thinks, that one of her shyest Sisters can evoke such a response. But Sette is her weakness, and in the end, there is some sort of relief deep down inside Lagertha that Sette is gone. It means she won’t be risking herself when War comes. She swallows heavily before answering. “I don’t know, Vi. I wish I did. She’s disappeared, and I’m honestly a little worried.” She pauses, glancing up at the sky as if it could give her answers.
“I assume this means you don’t know where she is, either?” If Lagerthat doesn’t know, and Vi doesn’t know, it is unlikely that anyone else will.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons
thanks for waiting!