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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    we are aching bones and wasted years; lagertha / any
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    The children of strong Amazonian Queens seem to end up either one of two ways: empowered and sure of themselves, ambitious and eager to make a place for themselves in history; or eager to get out from under their mother’s shadow, distancing themselves in both personality and success. To hear that he is the son of a Queen (and he calls her Queen, not Khaleesi, which means she probably ruled long before Lagertha was born) sort of ties it together for the iron lady. She nods, indicating both her approval and that it makes sense.

    However, his next words bring a genuine flicker of excitement to her eyes - and it only gets better Lagertha as he mentions Tantalize, and then Brunhild. She cannot help but interject - “Yes! I - I served under Brunhild. We both did. She was well loved.” A warm, affectionate expression overwhelms her. It has been awhile since anyone mentioned the former Queen, and there are many here who now do not know her name. They know only Scorch - or now, Lagertha. What Magnus doesn’t know is that his daughter gave Lagertha her first vote of confidence, gave the warrior a place at her side and that meant more than the now-Khaleesi could articulate. Tantalize was here too, though she had been absent of late, so Lagertha does not mention her at the moment.  

    She listens to the rest of his request quietly, studying his honest, earnest face rather intently. Just as he appreciates her bluntness, she can appreciate a man who will cross the country for his home, just to ask, even the face of adversity. There is strength of character in that, and she silently hopes that her initial hesitation will not be taken too hard. When he is done speaking, she takes a moment before nodding. In a matter like this, there is only one option. She has her own ideas on the situation, but in the end it must come down to the Kingdom.

    “I will take your request to the sisters. We will get back to you with an answer.” And with that, their conversation is over. A crooked half-smile pops up suddenly, and she says, "Come back to visit whenever you want, Magnus. Just be sure to knock." Trespassers are a personal pet peeve of hers, and though she has given him verbal permission, the other mares won't know that. She'd really hate to see him electrocuted by Rhy or Lyris.

    She turns her head to look at Sunday, who has remained quiet the whole time. “Walk back with me, Sunday?” There has been no indication of support in either way from the rest of the women, and she is curious which one they’ll pick. Lagertha has a hunch that there will be war either way - its only a matter of which side they’ll be on. Personally, it doesn’t matter to Lagertha who is right; it matters who wins.


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    RE: we are aching bones and wasted years; lagertha / any - by Lagertha - 11-09-2015, 12:26 PM



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