07-07-2016, 03:43 PM
I AM IRON AND I FORGE MYSELF
The only two place Lagertha has ever lived is the Meadow and the Jungle. In the chaos that is war, the beating of the Chamber’s heart never pulsed against her hooves. The Desert is dead, depressing even (despite her affinity for Vanquish and Yael) compared to the vibrant lushness that is home. The pine trees and rocky peaks of the Valley appear almost sterile to her, and while the Dale and Gates are pleasant, there seems to be little depth to their rolling hills and green grasses. The Tundra can’t support anything that isn’t migrating or has a thick fur coat. So that leaves the Falls, which she’s sure plays host to a world of fish… can the roar of their waterfalls compare to the beautiful cacophony that is the Jungle?
She - the Jungle, their mother - breathes new life into the charred portions with every rain. Lexa had helped, of course, using some super secret aspect of her power to push the saplings to grow more quickly. And when Lagertha couldn’t be found by the main clearing, she was usually patrolling the edges of the kingdom, though her hunch was that the energy of the rest of the kingdoms were focused elsewhere. A storm is brewing, and she may be called to action (because that’s what she does, and that’s what she’ll always do; not to mention she’ll never turn down a fight), but the Jungle will not be directly involved. They aren’t ready for anything… yet. Her mind drifts to the new recruits: Eila, Odezsa, Riva, and she lets the possibilities run through her mind as she picks her way down a familiar path. Her steps are easy, and for the first time in a long time, everything seems to be in sync: her heart, her feet, and the thrum of the wet and wild world around her. A pair of smells (one familiar, one foreign) infiltrate past the mustiness of the ground, and cause the Iron Lady to take a turn at a fork in the path, choosing one that doubles back, towards the clearing.
There, she finds Riva, just as he had recently found Lexa and her recruit. She spits out a sassy remark, eyeing the little paint mare with some incredulity. “Tell me I’m not hallucinating, Riva. Are you playing nice with someone? You are?” Lagertha chuckles in the back of her throat, tilting her head slightly to look at the massive mare the woman has in tow. It’s too bad this giant is gentle - they could always use more impressive women in the battlefield. She’s caught the tail end of their conversation, and after a brief once-over with a gaze as blunt as her tongue, the Warrior Queen continues. “I’m Lagertha, the Khaleesi, but don’t bother with formalities. I’m sure Riva’s filled you in, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. So know this: we take care of our own, here, and I have high expectations of myself and my Sisters. But I won’t ask you to do anything that I wouldn’t do.” Lagertha grins, then, unexpectedly. “I also enjoy a badass reputation, but really, I’m not a total killjoy.”
She - the Jungle, their mother - breathes new life into the charred portions with every rain. Lexa had helped, of course, using some super secret aspect of her power to push the saplings to grow more quickly. And when Lagertha couldn’t be found by the main clearing, she was usually patrolling the edges of the kingdom, though her hunch was that the energy of the rest of the kingdoms were focused elsewhere. A storm is brewing, and she may be called to action (because that’s what she does, and that’s what she’ll always do; not to mention she’ll never turn down a fight), but the Jungle will not be directly involved. They aren’t ready for anything… yet. Her mind drifts to the new recruits: Eila, Odezsa, Riva, and she lets the possibilities run through her mind as she picks her way down a familiar path. Her steps are easy, and for the first time in a long time, everything seems to be in sync: her heart, her feet, and the thrum of the wet and wild world around her. A pair of smells (one familiar, one foreign) infiltrate past the mustiness of the ground, and cause the Iron Lady to take a turn at a fork in the path, choosing one that doubles back, towards the clearing.
There, she finds Riva, just as he had recently found Lexa and her recruit. She spits out a sassy remark, eyeing the little paint mare with some incredulity. “Tell me I’m not hallucinating, Riva. Are you playing nice with someone? You are?” Lagertha chuckles in the back of her throat, tilting her head slightly to look at the massive mare the woman has in tow. It’s too bad this giant is gentle - they could always use more impressive women in the battlefield. She’s caught the tail end of their conversation, and after a brief once-over with a gaze as blunt as her tongue, the Warrior Queen continues. “I’m Lagertha, the Khaleesi, but don’t bother with formalities. I’m sure Riva’s filled you in, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. So know this: we take care of our own, here, and I have high expectations of myself and my Sisters. But I won’t ask you to do anything that I wouldn’t do.” Lagertha grins, then, unexpectedly. “I also enjoy a badass reputation, but really, I’m not a total killjoy.”
Lagertha
Warrior Queen of the Amazons