on the wings of valkyries - ALL ARMY

[Pomona]

Pomona... I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star... Pomona had stood near the gray General during the meeting and when Lagertha calls the warriors, she tails her toward the front of the area.  She notices that the horned mare takes the spot that the Khaleesi had stood but she doesn't mention it as she digs one hoof into the ground nervously.  She can't know what Lagertha is feeling, the disappointment, but Pomona knows that her words had to have prickled the General.  She knows too, or thinks she does, that the Amazonian Army is but a wisp of smoke where there should be a raging fire. Thinking that she should say something before too many gather close, she murmurs, "What I said at the meeting was true.  I'm no real warrior.  But I haven't forgotten that I joined the army and I won't..."  Her voice faded a moment before she went on awkwardly, "...abandon you or my duties so long as my offer isn't taken up by the Khaleesi."  The mare was gifted with neither a way with words or the strong will of a warrior.  If there was a rank for motherly love, she would fit right in, but otherwise she felt like a bit of hair going the wrong way. Her huge wings made of golden light, both beautiful and dangerous, were stowed along her back in a harmlessly amorphic blanket.  More often than not that was how they stayed, pretty and glowing but mostly underused.  Her feminine eyes looked up at Lagertha as if to see what reaction she could expect from the General, but quickly looked away, having trouble meeting her eye as other mares approached to join the meeting.