03-22-2016, 02:55 PM
I am iron and I forge myself
“Excellent.” Riva is the first recruit since the war, and normally Lagertha might have waited for the Jungle to begin its regrowth, or for the Sisters to start to mend. Instead of loitering around, or starting in where she cannot truly help, the Warrior Queen turns her attention to the outside world; fresh faces and fresh ideas were needed to boost morality. Privately, she muses that it’s a shame she hadn’t found the girl earlier - she might have been a strong soldier for their own side.
The iron-gray mae is normally rather wretched at small talk, but in this case, she finds a bit of warning might be necessary. It’s not every day one brings a recruit back to a half-charred home. “Not that you seem the type to be alarmed - or care - but the Jungle is a little worse for the wear at the moment. We were attacked in the war. But it will regrow.” She doesn’t make a big deal out of it - the drowned creatures that remained when the waters receded have already been disposed of, which keeps disease out of their home. The rest is up to the Jungle itself, and the magic folk, which is entirely out of her hands (which naturally means she obsesses over what she cannot control). Her lips set into a hard line, bitterness leaking out of the corners. Fucking Chamberlings.
She leads the bay and white mare to the border, which does not seem so much like a border at the moment. There were once imposing trees here, a definite sign that says ‘enter at your own risk’ and held the women’s secrets. Not any more - now it is marked by stumps and blackened wood. “If you’re looking for somewhere to focus your energies, there are a couple of kingdoms we aren’t friendly with at the moment.” They could use a continual ass-kicking, in her humble opinion, sans magic or any other way to give them an extra leg up.
The pair follow a couple of paths, with the Iron Lady switching from one trail to another as if she could find the way in her sleep - which she might be able to do, but it’s never been tested. Eventually they come to a wide clearing with a large tree in the center. A few mares are there, but they initially pay Lagertha no mind. “This is it. Or as far as most visitors get.” The rest of her phrase hangs in the air; Riva could be a visitor or she could be a Sister. But she could not be both.
The iron-gray mae is normally rather wretched at small talk, but in this case, she finds a bit of warning might be necessary. It’s not every day one brings a recruit back to a half-charred home. “Not that you seem the type to be alarmed - or care - but the Jungle is a little worse for the wear at the moment. We were attacked in the war. But it will regrow.” She doesn’t make a big deal out of it - the drowned creatures that remained when the waters receded have already been disposed of, which keeps disease out of their home. The rest is up to the Jungle itself, and the magic folk, which is entirely out of her hands (which naturally means she obsesses over what she cannot control). Her lips set into a hard line, bitterness leaking out of the corners. Fucking Chamberlings.
She leads the bay and white mare to the border, which does not seem so much like a border at the moment. There were once imposing trees here, a definite sign that says ‘enter at your own risk’ and held the women’s secrets. Not any more - now it is marked by stumps and blackened wood. “If you’re looking for somewhere to focus your energies, there are a couple of kingdoms we aren’t friendly with at the moment.” They could use a continual ass-kicking, in her humble opinion, sans magic or any other way to give them an extra leg up.
The pair follow a couple of paths, with the Iron Lady switching from one trail to another as if she could find the way in her sleep - which she might be able to do, but it’s never been tested. Eventually they come to a wide clearing with a large tree in the center. A few mares are there, but they initially pay Lagertha no mind. “This is it. Or as far as most visitors get.” The rest of her phrase hangs in the air; Riva could be a visitor or she could be a Sister. But she could not be both.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons
sorry it's blah. had to rush.