10-10-2016, 02:23 PM
A maze of caverns – some underwater during high tide, others are dry, but separated by a channel from the main beach – still others are simply there, though the Sisterhood is still small enough that they are rarely occupied. Lagertha rests in a smaller cave, one just beyond the hole that Djinni seeks. She is still half-damp, her mane stiff and matted with sediment stirred up by her hooves. Swimming is excellent exercise, and in this heat it feels quite refreshing. The thirst afterwards is annoying, but some things can’t be helped.
The scarred General had every intention of ignoring whomever it was that came to the cave beside her, but the joyful laugh piques her interest. Whomever it is seems to be elated – and then there is a soft, barely-heart tinkling. Her ears flicker towards the opening and to the right, and Lagertha comes to the mouth of the cave. She’s missed the magical poof, but finds Djinni standing there, the glint of the chains around her hooves catching her eye. How odd (but perhaps no more odd than the crown of thorns around her thigh). Were those there before? She found the woman intriguing, and knows that she possesses a unique perspective on how the past couple of months have gone. Which is vital information for leaders.
“What’s the occasion?” she asks the grulla mare, while a light-hearted, curious smile spreads across her face. Yes. Lagertha does indeed smile. Occasionally.
The scarred General had every intention of ignoring whomever it was that came to the cave beside her, but the joyful laugh piques her interest. Whomever it is seems to be elated – and then there is a soft, barely-heart tinkling. Her ears flicker towards the opening and to the right, and Lagertha comes to the mouth of the cave. She’s missed the magical poof, but finds Djinni standing there, the glint of the chains around her hooves catching her eye. How odd (but perhaps no more odd than the crown of thorns around her thigh). Were those there before? She found the woman intriguing, and knows that she possesses a unique perspective on how the past couple of months have gone. Which is vital information for leaders.
“What’s the occasion?” she asks the grulla mare, while a light-hearted, curious smile spreads across her face. Yes. Lagertha does indeed smile. Occasionally.