The smell of a Sister is enough to shake the cobwebs from her head. Once Wessex determines that Kreios isn’t a threat, she takes to lipping at the snow, marveling in its pristine taste, and pawing at the thin layer in search of something to eat. They both shiver. Winter has never been Lagertha’s favorite season, and this year is no exception. Even without a biting wind, the temperature seems to seep past a barely-there layer of fat, past her joints (at least they did not ache so much - perhaps her immortality kicked back in again) and old wounds, into her very core.
Kreios has answers. Everything else must wait.
When Lagertha is duly satisfied, she bids the spotted stallion farewell, her heart heavier than it has ever been before. If she didn’t have a child, if her soul didn’t ache to find her Sisters, if she had the luxury of a lesser will, she might have broken down and wept on the Forest floor once more. Perhaps if she hadn’t just gushed like a fountain… she would mourn them properly. Later. When.. Naga? Yes, Naga. And… oh damn, the other woman’s name is on the tip of her tongue. She hadn’t been seen in years, but Lagertha has the memory of an elephant. Nayl. Yes, Nayl. Naga’s voice echoes across the muted land, and the stern woman’s face cracks a small smile - the first in a very, very long time.
Home, the warrior woman thinks, as she calls out to Wessex. “Where are we going?” the girl demands.”To find my Sisters,” Lagertha says, and Wessex knows it is Sisters with a capital S. The Amazons.
The two of them fall into a familiar step as the silver woman leads her daughter through the maze of trees.
They hear voices now, and it is a struggle not to burst from the wood, yelling ‘Here I am! I didn’t abandon you! Please, let me be your Khaleesi again!’ For all she knows, they despise her. And who wouldn’t be a little bitter at the old Queen? Her thoughts race, and finally settle on the singular thought that it’s a good thing she wears the evidence of the Years in Hell on her skin. The silver lines overwhelm her original dull, steel-gray hide, keeping track of every time she managed to keep her life.
Three mares appear before her, and the third tugs at a strand of memory that long laid dormant, but she cannot focus enough to recall it correctly. Lagertha, with Wessex at her right side, stops before she hits the group. The girl is fidgeting, uncomfortable in an unfamiliar land, and overwhelmed by the sheer amount of horses that may or may not mean them harm. Lagertha's nose brushes against Wessex' neck. She wants to hiss and bare her teeth at the them, but her mother’s calmness quiets the wildling, until all but her eyes find some inner strength.
“That is enough from you,” she says to the mare brimming with anger. Her gaze passes to the women she does know, and says softly, "Naga. Nayl" If an apology could be uttered in a name, she would have done it then, for the years of silence and powers beyond any of their control. She swings her attention back to the black lady, and almost sighs. "If you're calling the rest of the Sisters cowards, I will be duty-bound to fight you. Which I really don't want to do, right now. I will remind you of our particular skill of wandering into the Jungle and falling asleep for many years, or living reclusively. It is as much of a survival technique as finding each other."
Typical. Nevermind that this mare was once an Amazonian. She has not been seen in the Jungle since aat least Quark's days. Lagertha has a hard time considering her a Sister.
[sorry, she's cranky :/ Also, I'm sorry, @[Aeris] I missed the Nayl post to Lag/Kreios. I can delete this or edit, or we can say they came to Naga and Hestia together?]
Kreios has answers. Everything else must wait.
When Lagertha is duly satisfied, she bids the spotted stallion farewell, her heart heavier than it has ever been before. If she didn’t have a child, if her soul didn’t ache to find her Sisters, if she had the luxury of a lesser will, she might have broken down and wept on the Forest floor once more. Perhaps if she hadn’t just gushed like a fountain… she would mourn them properly. Later. When.. Naga? Yes, Naga. And… oh damn, the other woman’s name is on the tip of her tongue. She hadn’t been seen in years, but Lagertha has the memory of an elephant. Nayl. Yes, Nayl. Naga’s voice echoes across the muted land, and the stern woman’s face cracks a small smile - the first in a very, very long time.
Home, the warrior woman thinks, as she calls out to Wessex. “Where are we going?” the girl demands.”To find my Sisters,” Lagertha says, and Wessex knows it is Sisters with a capital S. The Amazons.
The two of them fall into a familiar step as the silver woman leads her daughter through the maze of trees.
They hear voices now, and it is a struggle not to burst from the wood, yelling ‘Here I am! I didn’t abandon you! Please, let me be your Khaleesi again!’ For all she knows, they despise her. And who wouldn’t be a little bitter at the old Queen? Her thoughts race, and finally settle on the singular thought that it’s a good thing she wears the evidence of the Years in Hell on her skin. The silver lines overwhelm her original dull, steel-gray hide, keeping track of every time she managed to keep her life.
Three mares appear before her, and the third tugs at a strand of memory that long laid dormant, but she cannot focus enough to recall it correctly. Lagertha, with Wessex at her right side, stops before she hits the group. The girl is fidgeting, uncomfortable in an unfamiliar land, and overwhelmed by the sheer amount of horses that may or may not mean them harm. Lagertha's nose brushes against Wessex' neck. She wants to hiss and bare her teeth at the them, but her mother’s calmness quiets the wildling, until all but her eyes find some inner strength.
“That is enough from you,” she says to the mare brimming with anger. Her gaze passes to the women she does know, and says softly, "Naga. Nayl" If an apology could be uttered in a name, she would have done it then, for the years of silence and powers beyond any of their control. She swings her attention back to the black lady, and almost sighs. "If you're calling the rest of the Sisters cowards, I will be duty-bound to fight you. Which I really don't want to do, right now. I will remind you of our particular skill of wandering into the Jungle and falling asleep for many years, or living reclusively. It is as much of a survival technique as finding each other."
Typical. Nevermind that this mare was once an Amazonian. She has not been seen in the Jungle since aat least Quark's days. Lagertha has a hard time considering her a Sister.
[sorry, she's cranky :/ Also, I'm sorry, @[Aeris] I missed the Nayl post to Lag/Kreios. I can delete this or edit, or we can say they came to Naga and Hestia together?]