10-04-2015, 03:35 PM
I am iron and I forge myself
Muttering under her breath about idiotic women and more than happy to relinquish the stranger to whatever happens when Gryffen keeps mares warm at night (she will not help those who do not first help themselves), Lagertha strolls back amongst the crowds. More picky. Must be more picky. She should probably learn the art of more nuanced conversation as well, but well… it is difficult to treat an old dog new tricks sometimes. Also, sometimes the warrior queen likes being the bull in the china shop. Everyone knows exactly what to expect from her, and she never has to pretend to be anything different than the General (and Queen) that she is.
A flash of white and black catches her eyes, and makes her take a second look at a small group. Fancy colors are nothing new around here, but the outsider in question doesn’t seem to be fully horse either. Which is also not quite surprising. It is, however, the perfect reason to investigate. Lagertha changes course and boldly strides towards the trio, looking very much like a mare on a mission. Her horns arc high above her head, creating a sort of natural headdress. Yes, Rhy has teased her about it. And yes, Lagertha still secretly enjoys the effect. She slides in beside the buckskin stallion and offers a small nod, catching most of his words. Teak. She offers her name after Magnus finishes, but then falls silent, waiting to see just what exactly it was that this exotic looking stranger is seeking.
“Teak, you said? Hello. I’m Lagertha.”
She always prefers to keep her title to herself. If they joined her, all would be revealed anyway. Unless, of course, others start throwing their own titles around. Then she might as well join in the posturing.
A flash of white and black catches her eyes, and makes her take a second look at a small group. Fancy colors are nothing new around here, but the outsider in question doesn’t seem to be fully horse either. Which is also not quite surprising. It is, however, the perfect reason to investigate. Lagertha changes course and boldly strides towards the trio, looking very much like a mare on a mission. Her horns arc high above her head, creating a sort of natural headdress. Yes, Rhy has teased her about it. And yes, Lagertha still secretly enjoys the effect. She slides in beside the buckskin stallion and offers a small nod, catching most of his words. Teak. She offers her name after Magnus finishes, but then falls silent, waiting to see just what exactly it was that this exotic looking stranger is seeking.
“Teak, you said? Hello. I’m Lagertha.”
She always prefers to keep her title to herself. If they joined her, all would be revealed anyway. Unless, of course, others start throwing their own titles around. Then she might as well join in the posturing.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons