There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
She's not entirely sure how much time has passed. This world is new and strange, turned upside down by a powerful magic. She had been pulled from her home, from the leafy, verdant depths of the ever humid Jungle, and tossed into the unknown.
And now, she is elsewhere, somewhere cold and different and most definitely nowhere near home. For a moment, she struggles to comprehend, to accept the reality of her lost powers. Her cracked skin is dark, almost normal, for the first time in ages.
She still has flight, but it is different, awkward, clumsy. She stretches the russet wings now adorning her shoulders, peering at them with distinct mistrust.
Her next thought, the one that had been plaguing the edges of her mind since the moment they had been swept up, are her sisters. Celeana. Her family. She does not know how much time has passed, but she must find them.
Flight should be easy, especially for her. But it is not. The wings are cumbersome and difficult, so very different from the effortless glide she had grown accustomed to. But somehow she manages it, even as awkward and graceless as it is.
She finally finds them, or at least some of them, after what send an eternity of searching. In the forest of all places. No wonder it had taken her so long to locate them, considering her position in the sky.
She drops downwards, forgetting for a moment that she needs more than her will to stop. As the large wings snap out to halt her fall, a string curses escape her lips. The landing itself is clumsy and jarring, causing her teeth the clack together violently and her joints to protest.
”Fuck!” The expletive explodes unbidden from her lips. Golden eyes snapping towards the small group, she draws a deep, calming breath before stepping forward to join them. Unfortunately however, due to her late arrival and rather loud entrance, she had missed most of the previous conversation.
”About goddamned time I found you all.” Apparently calming breaths only go so far. Still, she could better try to hide her irritation. She has no doubt she is not the only one suffering from the ill effects of the sudden withdrawal of magic. ”Is this everyone?”
Glancing around, her eyes pause briefly on Celeana, gratified to see her here, to see her well, before finally coming to rest on Lagertha. A genuine, if brief, smile touches her lips at the sight of the once Queen. ”Good to see you still amongst the living Lagertha. You had us worried.”
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria