11-05-2015, 02:55 PM
I am iron and I forge myself
An old friend? Lagertha’s eyes narrow in thought. She’s been active in the Jungle for a very long time - the only one there longer was probably Malka - and she’s never seen hide or hair of Magnus. Granted, the Jungle is a large place, so it wouldn’t be too hard to miss him. However, she doubts that every member would have missed a stallion… unless he has the power to make himself invisible, or some sort of animal shifting. The land itself is great protection against spying Pegasi and other horses who may become amongst the twisting trails and entangling vines and trees that all look the same. The better part of her says that no, Magnus is referring to something else and is harmless, but the paranoid (and in these uncertain times, it might be better to be overly cautious) part of her says he is more than he lets on. Then again, she doubts that their spirit would wink to anyone it deems a threat. So she’s going to combine the two and do what Lagertha does best: bluntly ask.
“Oh? How so? I’ve never known it show itself to non-Sisters. Are you connected to the Jungle somehow? I’ve been around for awhile now… and you’ve only recently popped up on Beqanna’s radar.” Her tone is mild and curious, it never rises, merely stating the facts. She imagines that he is somewhat like Prague, or Aoi, or any number of the old ones who fall asleep and wake up with years gone by. But how much of a friend is he? What exactly are his ties? That is what she is most curious about.
They move on the true matter at hand, and as Khaleesi, she is faced with tough diplomacy. Luckily, this doesn’t have to be a matter of careful words and insinuated threats or promises. She can come right out and say it. “Yes, I have heard. But the Gates is lucky to have you now.” She offers him a small smile, for she cannot be the only one who has noticed this new stallion with tireless energy and dedication. The other Kingdoms will be after him soon enough, if they ever want to strike another blow to the Gates. “I am well, thank you. There is a lot in flux at the moment. Changes to keep abreast of, and I will be the first to admit that we are almost too insular sometimes… Oh, to have a flock of my own birds.” She chuckles, and then stops suddenly. He may not find that funny, but it is the truth of the matter. The Jungle is their offense and their defense and it so easy to stay in their beautiful home all the time, especially while the rest of the world freezes.
And then she sighs, a heavy one that is the only sign of how much she doesn’t want to say what must come next. “This isn’t just a social visit. I know what you’re here for, Magnus, but I don’t know if I can give it to you.” She might be able to in the distant future, but not immediately. Not now. Not without asking the Sisterhood first.
If he has come for something else... well then that is still negotiable.
“Oh? How so? I’ve never known it show itself to non-Sisters. Are you connected to the Jungle somehow? I’ve been around for awhile now… and you’ve only recently popped up on Beqanna’s radar.” Her tone is mild and curious, it never rises, merely stating the facts. She imagines that he is somewhat like Prague, or Aoi, or any number of the old ones who fall asleep and wake up with years gone by. But how much of a friend is he? What exactly are his ties? That is what she is most curious about.
They move on the true matter at hand, and as Khaleesi, she is faced with tough diplomacy. Luckily, this doesn’t have to be a matter of careful words and insinuated threats or promises. She can come right out and say it. “Yes, I have heard. But the Gates is lucky to have you now.” She offers him a small smile, for she cannot be the only one who has noticed this new stallion with tireless energy and dedication. The other Kingdoms will be after him soon enough, if they ever want to strike another blow to the Gates. “I am well, thank you. There is a lot in flux at the moment. Changes to keep abreast of, and I will be the first to admit that we are almost too insular sometimes… Oh, to have a flock of my own birds.” She chuckles, and then stops suddenly. He may not find that funny, but it is the truth of the matter. The Jungle is their offense and their defense and it so easy to stay in their beautiful home all the time, especially while the rest of the world freezes.
And then she sighs, a heavy one that is the only sign of how much she doesn’t want to say what must come next. “This isn’t just a social visit. I know what you’re here for, Magnus, but I don’t know if I can give it to you.” She might be able to in the distant future, but not immediately. Not now. Not without asking the Sisterhood first.
If he has come for something else... well then that is still negotiable.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons
[sorry to skip people! Still jump in out of turn if you want! ]