10-22-2015, 10:45 AM
I am iron and I forge myself
Did he expect to find the recruiter from the Field atop the vine-wrought throne? Probably not - though she had a distinct no-nonsense attitude out there, she didn’t through her title around unnecessarily. Not with… that type of woman. Teak’s ‘advances’ (for lack of a better word) did not make Lagertha feel uneasy, she just isn’t the type to beg someone to join the Sisterhood. You either want to, and find their strength and way of life appealing, or you don’t. Lately, she’s found that Beqanna is being inundated with foreigners who know nothing more than simple herd life and who are easily swayed with promises of a master and protector. The iron lady does her best not to judge them, chalking it up to ignorance and not knowing any better. She understands the desire to not want to have to think about anything and how one can find comfort in a stallion, but there’s got to be others out there who want more than to pop out babies.
It can be rather… frustrating, to say the least.
Today, it is as if the Jungle spirit knows of Lagertha’s frustrations and is taking time to ease them. She hasn’t seen the jaguar in awhile, so it was a pleasant surprise to find it lounging in the tree above her when she awoke. It gave her reason to take some time in the morning for herself, and so she left Sette to sleep some more, slipping off into the Jungle with the cat keeping pace at her side. They travel in silent companionship for a while and the effect is calming; Lagertha’s irritations cease and it is almost as if she is discovering new nuances about the Jungle - a bird call she’d never noticed before, or the beauty in a golden orb spider’s web. At some point, the jaguar takes the lead, choosing a path back towards the border and Lagertha dutifully follows. She’s never know the spirit to go so close to the boundaries, especially in its not-quite-fully grown state, so there must be something (or someone) there that she needs to see.
It’s quite the party already. Lagertha arrives quietly, the jaguar now at her side instead of before her (that might have created a bit of a scare - outsiders could find it difficult to distinguish between the Jungle Spirit and a regular jaguar). Its golden eyes look between Sunday and Sette and the eyeless filly, and then back to Magnus, studying the stallion for a couple of moments longer than it looks at the ladies. And then it does something Lagertha’s never seen it do before - the cat actually winks at Magnus before turning on its tail and slipping back into the Jungle. “Huh,” Lagertha says with some surprise and amusement. “That’s different...”
She shrugs her well-muscled shoulders and turns back to the group at hand, offering a welcoming smile to Sunday and her daughter (eyeless! she’d have to check up on them later), and a gentle bump on the shoulder to Sette. “Magnus, good to see you again…” She trails off, remembering that the stallion is of the Gates (or was, when they met in the Field), and what recently befell them. “How are you?” Still handsome, she thinks, but keeps that little lusty thought to herself.
It can be rather… frustrating, to say the least.
Today, it is as if the Jungle spirit knows of Lagertha’s frustrations and is taking time to ease them. She hasn’t seen the jaguar in awhile, so it was a pleasant surprise to find it lounging in the tree above her when she awoke. It gave her reason to take some time in the morning for herself, and so she left Sette to sleep some more, slipping off into the Jungle with the cat keeping pace at her side. They travel in silent companionship for a while and the effect is calming; Lagertha’s irritations cease and it is almost as if she is discovering new nuances about the Jungle - a bird call she’d never noticed before, or the beauty in a golden orb spider’s web. At some point, the jaguar takes the lead, choosing a path back towards the border and Lagertha dutifully follows. She’s never know the spirit to go so close to the boundaries, especially in its not-quite-fully grown state, so there must be something (or someone) there that she needs to see.
It’s quite the party already. Lagertha arrives quietly, the jaguar now at her side instead of before her (that might have created a bit of a scare - outsiders could find it difficult to distinguish between the Jungle Spirit and a regular jaguar). Its golden eyes look between Sunday and Sette and the eyeless filly, and then back to Magnus, studying the stallion for a couple of moments longer than it looks at the ladies. And then it does something Lagertha’s never seen it do before - the cat actually winks at Magnus before turning on its tail and slipping back into the Jungle. “Huh,” Lagertha says with some surprise and amusement. “That’s different...”
She shrugs her well-muscled shoulders and turns back to the group at hand, offering a welcoming smile to Sunday and her daughter (eyeless! she’d have to check up on them later), and a gentle bump on the shoulder to Sette. “Magnus, good to see you again…” She trails off, remembering that the stallion is of the Gates (or was, when they met in the Field), and what recently befell them. “How are you?” Still handsome, she thinks, but keeps that little lusty thought to herself.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons