04-11-2016, 10:26 AM
I AM IRON AND I FORGE MYSELF
Once upon a time, Lagertha rescued a little girl from her monstrosity of a father, and that little girl grew up to be her greatest treasure. That, however, was a one time thing, and at the behest of one of the Sisters - a bloodrider at the time. She might endeavor to adopt again, but at the moment, she is far too busy to mother another child and hasn’t the emotional capability while Sette is missing.
Sprigs of green are beginning to push through the charred undergrowth, though it will be many years before they grow to be the intimidating gatekeepers that they once were. She feels so… exposed. As if the mystery of the Amazonians have been burnt away and peeled back, leaving only the flimsiest of veils.Time will eventually heal this land and the fire’s scars, but without a magician or someone with plant abilities to encourage the growth, it will be painfully slow. At least the birds are back. A Jungle without noise is an eerie place.
Lagertha is actually on her way out of the Jungle to visit the Dale and the Falls when she encounters the stallion and filly at the border’s edge. Well, encounters isn’t exactly the right word - it is hard to miss them in such an open space. So the iron gray Khaleesi alters her course and heads towards them, wrinkling her nose when the smell of the Chamber becomes evident. She would be surprised if it were a diplomat, or anyone else out on Chamber business. From what she’s heard, Killdare isn’t too keen on starting a new relationship. Which is just fine with her. Although with a child in tow, she imagines that the stallion won’t be too much of a threat, and as she draws close enough and the age becomes evident, she decides that only half of her metal armor is necessary. Just in case the girl is some sort of distraction.
“What do you want?” Lagertha asks in an even tone - not quite hostile, but definitely not warm and welcoming, either. She glances down at the hungry girl, and then back to the stallion. If he was looking for a wet nurse, she cannot freely offer one of her women. It doesn’t really work like that.
Sprigs of green are beginning to push through the charred undergrowth, though it will be many years before they grow to be the intimidating gatekeepers that they once were. She feels so… exposed. As if the mystery of the Amazonians have been burnt away and peeled back, leaving only the flimsiest of veils.Time will eventually heal this land and the fire’s scars, but without a magician or someone with plant abilities to encourage the growth, it will be painfully slow. At least the birds are back. A Jungle without noise is an eerie place.
Lagertha is actually on her way out of the Jungle to visit the Dale and the Falls when she encounters the stallion and filly at the border’s edge. Well, encounters isn’t exactly the right word - it is hard to miss them in such an open space. So the iron gray Khaleesi alters her course and heads towards them, wrinkling her nose when the smell of the Chamber becomes evident. She would be surprised if it were a diplomat, or anyone else out on Chamber business. From what she’s heard, Killdare isn’t too keen on starting a new relationship. Which is just fine with her. Although with a child in tow, she imagines that the stallion won’t be too much of a threat, and as she draws close enough and the age becomes evident, she decides that only half of her metal armor is necessary. Just in case the girl is some sort of distraction.
“What do you want?” Lagertha asks in an even tone - not quite hostile, but definitely not warm and welcoming, either. She glances down at the hungry girl, and then back to the stallion. If he was looking for a wet nurse, she cannot freely offer one of her women. It doesn’t really work like that.
Lagertha
Warrior Queen of the Amazons
sorry she's a bitch :/