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Beaches, boats, sailing, togetherness; Lagertha, any, esp. pregnant mares/mothers - Kavi - 04-03-2016 Bonfires, poetry, and livin' life right and there's My mind is an eclipse of knowledge, magic shadowing the light of my understanding; these past few months have become an eternity of blackouts and hallucinations, from seeing a child in the fires, to making love to Pomona, to avoiding the war, to Straia’s departure, to the fire-child’s birth - not from Pomona, but from the mare I mistakenly made love to. My life is a painting and these last few months have just been blind slashes with poorly mixed colours, the beauty underneath is hidden by the chaos of an unforeseen magic having its way with my family and I. I’m still not clear on why Straia is gone, or how she will never meet her niece - I pray daily for her return, for my only daughter could use a mother figure. Her birth-mother dead and her should-be mother continuously disappeared, along with her half-brother Bergamot. I miss them like the sun misses the moon, but with this eclipse of knowledge and magic I must cling to what’s left to me, what’s left of me - Kavi ☼ Kagerus RE: Beaches, boats, sailing, togetherness; Lagertha, any, esp. pregnant mares/mothers - Lagertha - 04-11-2016 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. Lagertha Warrior Queen of the Amazons sorry she's a bitch :/ RE: Beaches, boats, sailing, togetherness; Lagertha, any, esp. pregnant mares/mothers - Kavi - 04-12-2016 Bonfires, poetry, and livin' life right and there's My heart hurts as I gaze upon the desolation of my birth home, and I ache knowing that the paths walked by myself and Rodrik and Rayelle will never be there for Kagerus to walk. A part of me rationalizes that she will forge her own path, as she should; but as my amber gaze makes love to the despondency that has become the Jungle, I simply cannot bring myself to be glad. She is my home, and when she burns, I do too. Kavi ☼ Kagerus No worries, I'm a Lagertha-sass veteran RE: Beaches, boats, sailing, togetherness; Lagertha, any, esp. pregnant mares/mothers - Lagertha - 05-06-2016 I AM IRON AND I FORGE MYSELF It’s not so much that the stallion reeks of the Chamber (and even then, her feelings about its members are mixed. It is only Lupei she despises with every fiber of her being, and would kill without a moment’s hesitation), but that she does not easily trust anyone. A healthy skepticism, along with a cool head, are the foundation of her personality. Trust (insert comment here about abandonment issues) does not come easily to the Iron Queen. Her flint-like gaze studies the ageing stallion silently, listening to his story without a flicker of emotion. At the appropriate time, her eyes wander to his tattoo, and notes the name Pomona. She remembers the mare, vaguely, though the Khaleesi hasn’t personally seen her in years. If she had, she might be able to put a more distinct image to the name, but right now all she can remember is that the woman had wings made of light. She believes. So many have come and gone. It is the way of the Jungle. A manservant, huh? Well they don’t have many of those - or any, actually - and hadn’t for awhile. Herds are popping up left and right and Lagertha doesn’t believe that many stallions would ‘sacrifice’ that freedom (nevermind the double standard, that’s a whole other story) to stay with the mare they love. Then the filly detaches herself from her guardian and wanders over, sticking her nose where milk would be if Lagertha were a mother. She isn’t, of course. And though she may be stern and logical, the Iron Lady isn’t cruel. Her nose dips down to nudge the top of the filly’s head gently, blowing her warm breath on it in greeting. “She’s fine. I can’t help her, though. I haven’t had children in awhile.” Kavi tries to plead his case, and she cuts him off before it becomes pathetic. “I know. You’re old and you bear no fresh wounds. At your age, it would take more time than usual to heal.” Her tail swishes back and forth, whisking away the flies and the heat. “You are both welcome to stay, Kavi. I am Lagertha, Queen of the Jungle. If anyone gives you trouble, tell them you have my permission to be here.” She pauses, and feels the need to say the next part, just because he was from the Chamber. “Keep in mind that if anything does happen, you will answer to me, and I am not known for my leniency. Now if you will excuse me - ” Lagertha smiles thinly. It is not a threat, it is a promise. She can’t be too careful these days. She continues on her way, past the duo, who now have free reign in her slowly healing home. Lagertha Warrior Queen of the Amazons |