There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
A scowl is planted firmly upon her features when she realizes that Killdare had elected to follow them. Of all the things he could have done. .. He had promised to stick like a burr, and he apparently is making good on his promise. But Joscelin is more than ready to buck this burr. He golden eyes keep flashing towards him as she glowers ferociously. The Khaleesi’s words however, bring a hint of a smile to her lips. She rather hopes he will do something, for she would absolutely love to have the opportunity to remove some hair from his pelt.
As the Amazon’s delegation waits, they slowly trickle out, the members of the Dale. She knows a fair number of them, though there are one or two she does not recognize. She does recognize Ea, though it had been years since they had last seen each other. When they had first met, Ea and Joscelin had been but children who had stumbled upon each other in a chance meeting (the silver roan had been thoroughly unimpressed with Joscelin’s chance felling of a rather large oak). So as the girl asks her question, Joscelin nods slightly in acknowledgement. Lagertha takes up the rather difficult task of informing Ea that her mother is dead, and Joscelin shifts uncomfortably. She isn’t certain how the mare will react to such news, but she is quite certain that she would have no clue how to deal with grief.
When Ramiel approaches, all hint of discomfort disappears from her features, to be replaced by a real smile. The first truly happy smile that had touched her lips in ages. She is happier than she had ever imagined she could be in the jungle, but she misses Ramiel a great deal. They had spent their youth together, not just siblings, but the closest of friends. Had there been less of an audience, she would have greeted him far more affectionately. As it stands, she is fairly certain this is neither the time nor place.
Ramiel is as gracious in his greeting as one would expect from a king. He asks her about her light, if it might offer warmth to Sette. A small frown tugs at her lips as he golden gaze turns to the smoky child. She had never tried to use her light as a source of warmth. She is not entirely certainly it emits any warmth to speak of (she does not feel it in the same way that others might, and as she has yet to use her light on another living creature, she has had no reports on its warmth or lack thereof). She could try, but she is not entirely certain she has the control necessary to hold it over the girl without slipping and accidentally harming her. And the last thing she wishes to do is to cause the girl any pain.
I am not certain if I could. I don’t know if it could warm her without harming her.
In the next moment, it becomes moot anyway, as Soliel offers to take Sette to see the trees. Physical exertion would help to keep her warm just as well (or better) than what she might be able to provide.
Finally her mother arrives. She had expected it of course. Her mother is an eternally gracious and conscientious diplomat. She would not miss such an important meeting. But as the bay mare limps into view, Joscelin has to struggle to hide her shock. The woman before her is not the same woman she had left only a year or so earlier. This one is covered in scars, a roadmap of blemishes telling a terrible story. The flashing in her skin intensifies with her increased alarm. And as her mother slips in next to her, she cannot help the concerned question that falls from her lips on a quiet breath.
Mom?
Elysteria nuzzles against her neck briefly, a soft touch that soothes and comforts, telling her that she is as well as can be expected. But she would get the full story later. She isn’t giving up that easily. She does well recognize though, that now is not the time. She would have to see if Lagertha would allow her to stay for a short time.
The last one to arrive is a young stallion she does not recognize immediately, although it quickly becomes apparent that this is Lagertha’s son. Her metallic gaze turns to him with curiosity, wondering about the Khaleesi’s only biological child. Unfortunately she is not here to have her curiosity satisfied, but rather to play the diplomatic game. Turning her gaze back to Ramiel, she directs the conversation back to their purpose.
How is the Dale faring?
It is a rather ironic question for her, but one she greatly wishes to know the answer to.
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria