Ea
06-25-2015, 04:27 PM
She knew this day would come, sooner rather than later.
She hears them calling for her and Dalten – her mother’s call for her high-pitched but strong and Tiphon’s for Dalten deep and authoritative. This would be her first time meeting Lagertha’s son. She knew, of course, that there would be some bias of Tiphon’s toward his own son, but she was not concerned. From what she had heard, Dalten seemed to be meek and rather unimpressive. It could be an act, she considers – he is Lagertha’s son, after all – but Ea tries not to dwell on things she has not seen for herself.
Tiphon and Scorch are gathered on the edge of the Jungle, speaking tensely. They aren’t unfriendly towards one another; rather, they seem to be attempting to outdo the other non-verbally. It made sense, of course – they were both accustomed to being the unchecked authority within their own kingdoms (although Scorch had seen a few challenges), and they were about to trade away their children. Ea had met Joscelin once in the meadow, along with her brother Ramiel and a few others, and despite Joscelin’s high energy and general childishness, Ea had found her enjoyable. She was sure that the young girl would be in no danger here – her mother was not one to take out her anger toward another on their offspring.
Ea is the first to join them. “Mother,” she says, gently touching Scorch’s shoulder with her nose – the most affection she has ever shown. “And King Tiphon,” she says simply, nodding, “I’m Ea.”
Then she stands, listening and waiting quietly for Dalten to approach them. Although she knows logically that she has no reason to be nervous – the Dale is a neutral kingdom, aligned formally with the Jungle, it would make no sense for them to cause her any harm – she still finds herself shifting her weight from foot to foot with a hint of anxiety.
She hears them calling for her and Dalten – her mother’s call for her high-pitched but strong and Tiphon’s for Dalten deep and authoritative. This would be her first time meeting Lagertha’s son. She knew, of course, that there would be some bias of Tiphon’s toward his own son, but she was not concerned. From what she had heard, Dalten seemed to be meek and rather unimpressive. It could be an act, she considers – he is Lagertha’s son, after all – but Ea tries not to dwell on things she has not seen for herself.
Tiphon and Scorch are gathered on the edge of the Jungle, speaking tensely. They aren’t unfriendly towards one another; rather, they seem to be attempting to outdo the other non-verbally. It made sense, of course – they were both accustomed to being the unchecked authority within their own kingdoms (although Scorch had seen a few challenges), and they were about to trade away their children. Ea had met Joscelin once in the meadow, along with her brother Ramiel and a few others, and despite Joscelin’s high energy and general childishness, Ea had found her enjoyable. She was sure that the young girl would be in no danger here – her mother was not one to take out her anger toward another on their offspring.
Ea is the first to join them. “Mother,” she says, gently touching Scorch’s shoulder with her nose – the most affection she has ever shown. “And King Tiphon,” she says simply, nodding, “I’m Ea.”
Then she stands, listening and waiting quietly for Dalten to approach them. Although she knows logically that she has no reason to be nervous – the Dale is a neutral kingdom, aligned formally with the Jungle, it would make no sense for them to cause her any harm – she still finds herself shifting her weight from foot to foot with a hint of anxiety.