warriors do not show their heart
until the axe reveals it
The beauty and awe of Beqanna’s powers to create are lost on Lagertha. Give it time, and she might find it all rather miraculous; for truly it is something that should be etched into their brains. They are at the mercy of the land they live in. For all their powers, they can be wiped off the map in a heartbeat. It doesn’t sit well with Lagertha, who’s always believed in hard work and making her own way in the world. That it can all be undone in a second is… disheartening. Which is perhaps why she doesn’t think about it.
Post-nap, the silver scarred mare wanders the land, looking for non-sandy food as her stomach growls its displeasure. Pulling mouthful after mouthful from the ground, Lagertha comes upon the sweet little witch and decides that she might be up for some company. With a swallow and a low nicker, the former Queen approaches the bay mare. “Hello, Sunday. It’s good to see you again.” Eager to keep the conversation away from herself, she continues with a question. “What do you think of our new home?”
Lagertha
