thrown back from the gates of valhalla - ALL KINGDOM

[Draconis]

YOU NEVER SAW IT FROM MY PERSPECTIVE, THE CRAFT THAT I PERFECTED GOT REJECTED
AND THROWN OUT THE WINDOW WITH NO PROPER EXIT.
I WAS HUMBLE, NOW I'M NOT AS PLEASANT. I'M DROPPING WRECKAGE ON YOUR SHADY DYNASTY.
BITCH I'M NOT TO MESS WITH.

She is grateful for the magical transport back home to the Jungle, for she honestly doubts that she could have made it all the way back there under her own power. The young mare's lifeforce had been sapped by what she can only guess was another spell, unleashed by one of the other side's casters, and she had heard the ceasefire calls from a prone position on the ground of the Chamber. Draconis' energy was returning now that the war was ended and the spells cleared, but there was still a wobble in her limbs as she made her way through the savaged Jungle to where the Khaleesi and the rest of her sisters were gathering. It is with a sigh of relief that she spots a tree still standing in the gathering area, one mature enough for her to lean against for support, and she quickly does so. The black mare's eyes anxiously scan the small crowd, but there is no sign of her mother. Had Rhys fallen in battle, just as Larken had? Everyone she looks at seems to be just as weary as she is, and no wonder. Even with several days to rest, they had given much in the fight against the Chamber and Valley, and their home had suffered greatly due to having been set ablaze. This prompts another thought, and she looks around for the jaguar-spirit, but doesn't see it either.

A soft gasp escapes her at the thought of their guardian being hurt, and the firebreather hopes that it is simply elsewhere, recovering its strength. Her world had been flipped upside down when she followed her Khaleesi to battle and left her childhood behind, a sacrifice on the alter of war. She feels older now, no longer the carefree filly who had been brought here years ago by Rhy, though she wishes right now that she could go back to those days. Those thoughts stay unvoiced, however. She was a pledged Sister, and she had done her best to do her duty on the battlefield, inexperienced as she was. And she devoutly hopes that she won't be called upon to honor her vows suchly again any time soon. Her first battle of war had been more than enough; the young mare just wanted peace, safety, the Jungle regrown to health, unrealistic as she now realizes those desires might be in this world. Above all, she wanted her mother to be here among them, but this didn't seem to be either, and Draconis can only hope that she will be found somewhere, even if dead, so that she and the other Jungle mares would have closure for her. She echoes the words of Naga and the others now, bowing her head to Lagertha instead of stepping forward, for she still needs the tree's support. "Anything that I can do as well, call upon me. "