DESOLATION COMES UPON THE SKY - lagertha

[Scorch]

And in the next moment, they are alone. Scorch thinks for a moment of stopping the manic king from leaving her kingdom, but decides against her. She remembers what had happened when she forced Hestoni to stay in the Zon's - eight children, that's what. While the mares of the Jungle were no brood mares, if Scorch had any say in which ones did the impregnating, Mountain wouldn't even be on the list.

Grinding her teeth together as the wretch slithers free from the motherland, Scorch rolls her shoulders and faces Lagertha squarely. Her dragon eyes glint, but with what is indeterminable - they are perhaps spiteful, perhaps grateful, perhaps contemplative. For a moment they stand like that, Scorch holding her Jakka's gaze, looking for hints of the grey woman's feelings. That armour hides more than your skin, Lagertha.

Exhaling suddenly in something of a snort and a sigh, Scorch releases her weight on to her right foreleg, a crude smile separating her anciently charred lips.

"Well. That was eventful."

Really, it was quite over dramatic, but alas, what else could be expected from men? Especially men in power. The only one who she has known to keep his composure is Errant, and even he is prone to performing disappearing tasks when a tantrum is nigh.

"What happened to his chest? Looked impressive. I didn't think armour could be used as a weapon." She dips her head in acknowledgment of her sister's creativity and supremacy over their male counterparts, or should I say, lesser male counterparts.