05-07-2016, 04:13 PM
I AM IRON AND I FORGE MYSELF
It shouldn’t have taken her this long to come to the Dale. It’s almost shameful, really, but there is so much to do in the wake of the war, most of which has to do with trying to find a way to speed up the recovery of her home. As ruler to ruler, she has a feeling he won’t mind (does he even know the Jungle burned?) once he hears the reason. Ramiel is a rational stallion. On the way it occurs to her that he may actually be irritated with the Jungle, which sets a frown across her face and her mind churning. Politically, they are counting on maintaining their relationships with the Dale and Desert. Take one of those away, and the Jungle would be at a disadvantage. It is something they would be able to weather, but it is not an ideal situation. Not when they’re still in the heart of recovery.
The journey to the Dale is quick, with Lagertha keeping a pace at a quick canter northward, passing the Beach and swinging across the Plains to the southern border of the Dale. It is in full on spring mode, and it wipes the creases of worry from her face. His kingdom is beautiful, there is no denying that. A different sort of beauty than the wild danger of the Jungle; it was calming and offered and air of security, much like the Gates did.
The gray Khaleesi has no knowledge of recent addition to the throne, so when she arrives at the Dale’s border, her call is for Ramiel alone. He should know her voice, and it would be his choice to bring diplomats to their meeting if he wished. Lagertha takes a deep breath and settles herself in to wait, basking in the warmth of the late spring sun, and the smell of flowers in the air. She closes her eyes and takes a moment for herself. A moment that she very much needed.
The journey to the Dale is quick, with Lagertha keeping a pace at a quick canter northward, passing the Beach and swinging across the Plains to the southern border of the Dale. It is in full on spring mode, and it wipes the creases of worry from her face. His kingdom is beautiful, there is no denying that. A different sort of beauty than the wild danger of the Jungle; it was calming and offered and air of security, much like the Gates did.
The gray Khaleesi has no knowledge of recent addition to the throne, so when she arrives at the Dale’s border, her call is for Ramiel alone. He should know her voice, and it would be his choice to bring diplomats to their meeting if he wished. Lagertha takes a deep breath and settles herself in to wait, basking in the warmth of the late spring sun, and the smell of flowers in the air. She closes her eyes and takes a moment for herself. A moment that she very much needed.
Lagertha
Warrior Queen of the Amazons