warriors do not show their heart
until the axe reveals it
Lagertha has always like Sunday, even though they are very much opposites. Some part of her admires the bay witch for always having a positive attitude and kind heart. Which is not to say that Lagertha was not kind from time to time, or that she was a negative nancy. No, she simply acted mostly in the “neutral” ranges of expression; logic and reason and matter-of-factness ruled her demeanor, save for a precious few. The General is excellent in a crisis, and terrible when there is nothing to do but twiddle one’s proverbial thumbs.
She is not a Queen meant for times of peace - that much is certain. Her attitude however, has yet to catch up with the current circumstances. For a response to the panther’s appearance, Lagertha nods a hello, and keeps the rest rather brief. “Slept like a rock, and am now as hungry as a horse.” which is her poor attempt at a joke, because they are surrounded by rocks, and are actually horses. The dry humor makes sense in her mind. But Sunday’s new nickname for the Sisterhood is apt, and likeable, and Lagertha cannot help but chuckle along. “Oh, I like that…” She says the name again, savoring the sibilant s’s and the taste of salt in the air. “Sisterhood of the Sea…”
And while they were talking about it… Lagertha turns to face Naga, a question on her lips. “Have we decided on a name for our new home yet?” She imagines that the suggestions are many and varied, with each woman having an opinion. Sometimes it’s a wonder they get anything done.
Lagertha
