Anything I say you lie along with me
Every song you sing is all because of me
Errant does not seize the woman despite my cries - something that frustrates me. There is no rule against seizing an insolent mare that dare attack the king. He is a liar, and - I mentally check off - not loyal. These facts are compartmentalized, for I have a larger play at hand. One that involves rooting out those that don't support me and kicking them to the curb.
Lagertha agrees to his terms and I am left between a rock and a hard place - so, of course, I chose the rock. "I will gladly speak with your queen about your horrific steal," I say, throwing an angry eye to those around me "Join if you wish." My tone implies my displeasure. The colt stays.
So I follow her from the icy fortress of the Tundra, across the open Beqanna expanse, and at long last to the jungle. There is blissful silence from her and angry pouting from me, but I am thankful for the lack of conversation. Nothing annoys me more than this mare, nothing.
I seek out Scorch with the mare, glad to recognize her immediately. She'd journeyed to the Tundra not too long ago, I'm sure she'll remember me. I allow a smile, though it is pained by the closeness of the thorned mare. The wound on my rump is scabbed but fresh - I hope she can see it.
"Scorch," I say. "It's such a pleasure to see you again, though under such unfortunate circumstances. It appears your bloodrider here stole a child from the Tundra, and then went on to attack me." I flick my tail at the last statement. "I'm sure this is a huge misunderstanding."
Surely.
Anytime I cry you always laugh at me.
No matter what you do you belong to me
I’ve been reading in National Geographic about the Natives of Papua New Guinea. They would go to war with a neighboring tribe, when they conquered them the winners would eat the vanquished tribe’s best warriors, their medicine man, and their chief. Do you think it's possible to take someone's power by eating their flesh? Or could you do it just by bathing in their blood?
