"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
09-12-2016, 02:29 PM (This post was last modified: 09-12-2016, 02:29 PM by Lagertha.)
There is no guilt rotting in a pile at the bottom of Lagertha’s chest. As she pieces together the puzzle of what happened when she was hit by Yael’s unraveling magic, she finds that the Amazons were quite able to soldier on without her - just as she’d expect them to do. Logic tells her that something out of the ordinary must have also happened to Lexa, because she can see no other reason for a Khaleesi who was liked to not return to lead their makeshift clan.
The girl is a survivor - strong and resourceful. Lagertha could worry, but why waste the energy? Instead, she does her best to make the rounds of the common areas, looking for other Sisters that she might know, or anyone else that smells like the Jungle. The crowds are heavy, but every now and then groups peel off to ‘petition’ Beqanna, or so it seems. In time, she will make her own journey up there. But until then, the former Queen does what she can at the base of the Mountain.
There are several faces she has yet to see: Riva, Draconis, Prague (she assumes the old magician is fine, not much could harm her), Odesza, Eila, Larken, Vidar, Rhy… and Anguisette. Always Anguisette. Lagertha will never stop searching for Anguisette. With her last breath, she would ask about her missing daughter. Which is a tad bit ironic, because Lagertha looks much closer to Death than she did when anyone last saw her.
[ @[Kristin] I'm sorry this isn't much of a starter post :/ ]
Damn them all to the fiery depths of hell!
First Lagertha leaves her, now Lexa.
Okay, so it wasn’t like either of them left by choice apparently…
Fact of the matter is, they’re both still gone, or so she thought. The meadow has been buzzing like hungry bees growing fat on the honey of gossip and that gossip says that the old battle-axe is back among them again. Well hip-hip-hooray! Riva has stomped her feet, thrown a tantrum, and stayed put. She distrusts the rumors that abound and hasn’t bothered to search out any of the sisters, and they’ve not exactly looked for her either. Hmph!
She is thinking about how she failed as a sister; how she fails to seek them out for one reason or another. Maybe she is considering how a certain stallion and she have hardly parted from each other’s side since this all happened, like how he’s been the only constant in her life - as constant as a star, if Riva gets a little poetic, or maybe that’s romantic? Yuck! She makes a disgusted face and stomps away from her spot in the meadow, which was a lovely patch of trampled grass and churned up dirt. It is as she’s stalking through the grass - there is quite simply no other way to describe how she was moving but to say she was stalking, when she picks up a familiar smell --
No way!
They had thought her dead, or at the very least, spirited away via magical means and manipulations.
Riva’s head turns to stare at the iron-gray mare; she’s about to swear that she is hallucinating, maybe hit her head on a low-hanging branch of a tree except she doesn’t remember walking under any trees recently. Which means this is most certainly not a hallucination! Still, she is slow in her march towards the old battle-axe and maybe, a little hesitant because she doesn’t quite believe that Lagertha is risen from the dead, from the depths of Hell, from wherever the hell it is that she has been for the last little while.
“Well, what took you so long?”
and naturally, it is said in Riva’s blistering accusatory way as if Lagertha has some explaining to do.
(underneath all the sarcasm and bite, is a grin - she’s happy to see the mare back!)
ooc: dude, it was good enough to kickstart Riva's butt! <3
09-20-2016, 07:55 PM (This post was last modified: 09-20-2016, 07:56 PM by Lagertha.)
warriors do not show their heart
until the axe reveals it
Would that the gray mare were a ghost, or that these last few years had been a dream. Even now, she wonders if this isn’t some warped continuation of the nightmare - lessened, but not truly gone. Her Jungle is gone and the land itself chastises its children. The former Queen is unable to rule at the moment (wanting nothing more than to lay down in wherever their new home is to be), but she wonders if she was part of the problem. A rung in the ladder of sins, most definitely. But she cannot believe that her dedication to defending the world from Straia and Demian, and then to aiding her friends in keeping their home was truly the root of the problem.
With nothing else to do while the rest of the Sister trek up the Mountain, she ruminates on it as a cow might chew its cud; masticating and dissecting it until a sharp demand slices through her self-doubt. It yanks her out of her fog, and in the next moment, she is disgusted at herself for wallowing in negative emotions. Or rather, she is disgusting at allowing herself to be caught wallowing.
By Riva, no less.
The old battle-axe grins, despite bay and white woman’s sharp tone and turns to face her. “Oh hello, Riva. Traffic jam on the scenic route. Couldn’t be helped.” Which is so far from the truth, but the truth is not for right now. Right now is for reunions. Right now is for finding a new home. Lagertha steps towards her sister and nudges the mare’s shoulder affectionately. She might tell the woman what happened in due time, but it would take some prodding. And then she eyes the erstwhile mare with mock suspicion, knowing full well that her own disappearance gives her no right to ask questions of Riva’s absence. “Were you purposefully avoiding the Sisters? Couldn’t have missed them, a group of loud and hard-headed women stalking towards the Mountain.”
The whole story of the meeting is sure to come out, and Lagertha is curious what Riva will think of their new Queen. But never does the thought cross her mind that Riva might not come home with her. Wherever home may be.
