DESOLATION COMES UPON THE SKY - lagertha

[Errant]

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth Mountain asks them to accompany him (well, almost) and Errant is at least loyal enough to come along. His loyalty, however, is not to Mountain – but they all know that by now. It has been years since his last physical walk to the Jungle, and the black stallion remains quiet as they go. Time has shifted since he had last arrived here, things had happened that no longer have. It causes an uncomfortable ache in his head, a pressure that will not fade until dawn, when the time he has toyed with has completely run out. In some timeline, Scorch had had this chat with Nihlus, but in this one, she has not. Errant would apologize for any uncomfortable resonation in their minds, any sense of déjà-vu. He waits until Mountain has spoken, and then turns his head to look at a brightly colored parrot perched in a nearby tree. Rather than inspect its blue and gold plumage as it appears he is doing, he says silently to Scorch and Lagertha: “Keep him here. He’ll find some way to offend you – use it as a reason to extend his sentence. We need only a few hours.” Errant is banking on the king’s social ineptitude to buy the Tundra the time it needs, but he doubts that Mountain will let him down. “Should we let their majesties speak?” He says aloud to Lagertha, stepping away from Mountain’s side and gesturing down the path, away from the small gathering place. With any luck, Mountain will interpret it as an attempt to apologize for Errant’s previous disloyalty: He is acknowledging he is not enough for this meeting of royal minds. Whether Lagertha comes with him or not – and she will be free to return - the black stallion moves forward and is quickly enveloped by the thick foliage of the jungle. As soon as he is out of Mountain’s sight, he disappears entirely - leaving Lagertha alone. Errant is back in the Tundra. e r r a n t no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her