09-03-2015, 05:53 PM
Well this is an interesting turn of events.
She’d been expecting Lagertha to end up as queen at some point - the grey general is ambitious and driven enough - but she hadn’t expected it to happen so soon and in such a fashion.
Scorch is, amongst other things, a tough old bird. Lyris had expected her to cling to the Jungle throne for as long as she possibly could, until either her immortality failed her, or Lagertha stole it from her. What Lyris had not expected was the limp, sad sack of a mare that she’d seen lying in the dirt behind Lagertha. The naked rat queen is failing, and failing hard. And now they’re under a new regime.
She wonders what will change, if anything. Lagertha is a rather different sort of mare than Scorch - harder and more manipulative. How will that affect the Jungle? Will they continue to take a backseat on the Beqannian stage? Or does Lagertha have some greater plan in mind?
They’ll find out soon enough she supposes, and in the meantime she might as well seek out her sisters and get to know some of them better. She’s mostly kept to herself during her time in the Jungle, and while she has met most of the sisters, she knows little of them. And if she wants to continue with a sudden new ambition that’s burning in her heart, that will not do. She cannot be an invisible figure, she cannot keep taking the back seat - she must be present, must be known.
She saunters into the main clearing at midday, orange-flecked eyes peeled for any fellow sisters, especially army members. No one is about at the moment, much to her surprise, so she settles into the shade of a particularly leafy palm to wait. It is the centre of the kingdom after all - someone will be along soon enough.
She’d been expecting Lagertha to end up as queen at some point - the grey general is ambitious and driven enough - but she hadn’t expected it to happen so soon and in such a fashion.
Scorch is, amongst other things, a tough old bird. Lyris had expected her to cling to the Jungle throne for as long as she possibly could, until either her immortality failed her, or Lagertha stole it from her. What Lyris had not expected was the limp, sad sack of a mare that she’d seen lying in the dirt behind Lagertha. The naked rat queen is failing, and failing hard. And now they’re under a new regime.
She wonders what will change, if anything. Lagertha is a rather different sort of mare than Scorch - harder and more manipulative. How will that affect the Jungle? Will they continue to take a backseat on the Beqannian stage? Or does Lagertha have some greater plan in mind?
They’ll find out soon enough she supposes, and in the meantime she might as well seek out her sisters and get to know some of them better. She’s mostly kept to herself during her time in the Jungle, and while she has met most of the sisters, she knows little of them. And if she wants to continue with a sudden new ambition that’s burning in her heart, that will not do. She cannot be an invisible figure, she cannot keep taking the back seat - she must be present, must be known.
She saunters into the main clearing at midday, orange-flecked eyes peeled for any fellow sisters, especially army members. No one is about at the moment, much to her surprise, so she settles into the shade of a particularly leafy palm to wait. It is the centre of the kingdom after all - someone will be along soon enough.
Lyris
I’ll burn this whole city down
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