by the hammer of thor - mast, magnus, rhy, sette

[Anguisette]

I love my mother. She is driving me crazy. It isn't her protectiveness I mind. It's her overprotectiveness that annoys me. She was her firm and blunt self when she told me I couldn't join her in the Chamber and I can't say I was entirely gracious about her decision. There might be one or two trees a little worse for wear around our clearing. I just spent a year in the Valley! Everyone knows Straia and Gallows are itching for war. Does she think I'm going to hide, or run? I am exasperated and amused and itching to prove myself. I just want my mother to know that I'm growing up. Well, know and acknowledge out loud. Still, I follow obediently behind Rhy as we make our way to the gates to wait for Lagertha. I wonder what my mother's best friend is thinking, but I find I don't have the courage to ask. We arrive at the Gates first, and I glance curiously around. It's been over a year since I've been here. It seems busy but not overly full of soldier types. It isn't a secret that I supported the Chamber in their bid for our alliance, but I don't hold any sort of grudge against this place. I just want what's best for the Amazons. Finally, mother arrives. I give her a disgruntled snort as she approaches, which is not entirely mature, I know. It can be hard having the Khaleesi for your mother. Obedience for one's monarch and mother can be a bit much at times. Although I am sure she has sensed my quiet rebellion, she ignores it, touching my shoulder in greeting. A reluctant grin crosses my features and I nudge her in return. "Mother." I bite back a decidedly snarky comment about the lack of deadly wounds she is sporting, and watch with interest as the Gates King answers my mother's call. I whicker a hello. He is impressive (for a male), with his gray antlers towering above his head. It is easy to tell that he will be a true ally in a fight. A colt scampers about in the distance. I frown. It's the little ones and the elderly that I worry about. Still, I am certain that the others will think of such things, and I settle in to wait. War is coming whether we are prepared or not. Anguisette the changeling jungle princess