04-22-2015, 08:26 PM
this will never end, ‘cause i want more, more, give me more
The gray warrior comes calmly back out of the Jungle, shaking her head in mock disgust, and mutters half to herself and half to Scorch and Mountain, “Magicians… do they always pop in and out like that?“ She will freely admit that it would be a useful trick to have up one’s sleeve. Potentially annoying in the right circumstances. Definitely great for espionage. Oh well, she’d have to make due with what she’s got, which as it turns out, isn’t too shabby (right, Mountain? Be glad she didn’t use diamond spikes).
She tries to quickly assess the situation, having caught only the last bit of Mountain’s assumption about bloodriders straying from their Queen. Well he wasn’t entirely wrong, but that is neither here nor there. They had to keep him in the Jungle - either by force or pretense - long enough for the Tundra to do whatever it is that they need to do. Crown Errant with an icicle-pop or something. So here goes: she stops somewhat behind Mountain, catching him between the two women (watch well, when will this cooperation ever happen again?). “What Mountain isn’t saying is that he claimed to be your dear friend and hasn’t any notion of what a diplomatic steal is? What if a younger sister were watching, somewhere, and wanted to see what it was to steal? Wouldn’t that be a teaching moment?” She snorts. “Not to mention the fact that I showed you where your security is lacking. But please continue with your laundry list of complaints. It is quite becoming of a King.”
Lagertha visibly relaxes, cocking a hind leg. This is her land. She assumes that Scorch will present a united front, if only for appearances’ sake, and probably scream at her later. So be it; she hasn't done anything wrong.
lagertha
carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general