09-28-2015, 02:40 PM
I am iron and I forge myself
Just as she promised, Lagertha wakes Anguisette just as the Jungle is in that lull between nocturnal creatures falling asleep and diurnal creatures waking up. The sun is just beginning to surface over the horizon, though none of it reaches through the thick canopy and tree heavy area that surrounds their sleeping area. The air is heavy and dim, but the gray woman rouses the filly to her hooves and then leads the way to the central clearing, where they will grab a quick bite to eat and meet Joscelin and/or Aoi for their Dalean adventure. She has a personal interest in this excursion, as does Joscelin. They are breaking Rhy’s two-horse rule, by two too many, but the exception in this case is okayed by her. Children and potential diplomats must learn.
When the Khaleesi meets her companions for the day, she gives them a small smile and a nod. “Good morning,” she murmurs before finishing her breakfast. Once Sette is ready to go, Lagertha indicates for Joscelin to take the lead and set a brisk, but not too hard of a pace. Let them all get some excercise, hmmm? She would rather arrive early in the day than at the later half. It’s not a terribly far journey. Together, the three (or four) of them set off in a Northeast direction for the Dale. As they leave the Jungle, a tiny bit of apprehension starts to smolder in the iron lady’s breast, as she wonders if her son is there, and whether or not he will come to see her. It is entirely possible that they will be ships passing in the dark of the night, but on the off chance that Dalten is around and does come looking to see who is visiting, would he be happy to see her?
Would he be happy to meet his adoptive sister? Does he hold everything (and then some) against Lagertha? She could not blame him, if he did. She was never the coddling sort… but it must be terribly difficult to know that all your parent’s hopes and dreams rest on what you do with your life. It’s no wonder he fled into the quiet, reclusive brush.
The horned Khaleesi calls for a slower approach as they draw near the border, and as they drop down to a walk, she moves up to join Joscelin in the front. Lagertha’s never met Ramiel, but she is eager to see who replaced Tiphon. When they reach the border, Lagertha halts and lets out a call for Ramiel and anyone else who may be nearby.
When the Khaleesi meets her companions for the day, she gives them a small smile and a nod. “Good morning,” she murmurs before finishing her breakfast. Once Sette is ready to go, Lagertha indicates for Joscelin to take the lead and set a brisk, but not too hard of a pace. Let them all get some excercise, hmmm? She would rather arrive early in the day than at the later half. It’s not a terribly far journey. Together, the three (or four) of them set off in a Northeast direction for the Dale. As they leave the Jungle, a tiny bit of apprehension starts to smolder in the iron lady’s breast, as she wonders if her son is there, and whether or not he will come to see her. It is entirely possible that they will be ships passing in the dark of the night, but on the off chance that Dalten is around and does come looking to see who is visiting, would he be happy to see her?
Would he be happy to meet his adoptive sister? Does he hold everything (and then some) against Lagertha? She could not blame him, if he did. She was never the coddling sort… but it must be terribly difficult to know that all your parent’s hopes and dreams rest on what you do with your life. It’s no wonder he fled into the quiet, reclusive brush.
The horned Khaleesi calls for a slower approach as they draw near the border, and as they drop down to a walk, she moves up to join Joscelin in the front. Lagertha’s never met Ramiel, but she is eager to see who replaced Tiphon. When they reach the border, Lagertha halts and lets out a call for Ramiel and anyone else who may be nearby.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons