09-13-2016, 11:09 AM
She is a stranger in a strange land; made more so by the fact that her mother (for her own reasons, she knows - she tried to explain to Wessex, but ended it with ‘it’s what’s best for you right now’ and ‘it’s just until the Sisterhood gets a home’) is not here. She knows her mother trusts Kreios, and that is enough for the little black yearling to trust him too, but it isn’t the same. Nevertheless, she follows the massive chestnut and white stallions silently, picking her way down the path after him. She lingers towards the back of the group, staying out of conversations and generally keeping to herself.
Her blue eyes are drawn upwards, immediately noting that the are still on the the trees despite there being a thin blanket of frost on the ground. And how beautiful they are! She gazes up at the multi-colored leaves and finds herself almost overwhelmed by emotion, and wishing that Lagertha could see this. Tears well up and she blinks them back - but still she says nothing. It isn’t until Wessex realizes that all of them are perfectly relaxed that red flags are raised, and she begins to look around wildly for potential danger. `
Her blue eyes are drawn upwards, immediately noting that the are still on the the trees despite there being a thin blanket of frost on the ground. And how beautiful they are! She gazes up at the multi-colored leaves and finds herself almost overwhelmed by emotion, and wishing that Lagertha could see this. Tears well up and she blinks them back - but still she says nothing. It isn’t until Wessex realizes that all of them are perfectly relaxed that red flags are raised, and she begins to look around wildly for potential danger. `