I SHALL LIVE BY PASSION AND NOT BY LAW
If horses had eyebrows, the iron mares would be raised at the call of this Lagertha but since they don't, Prague's proverbial ones are raised. It is all so new to her, albeit unexplainably familiar. Her entire life right now feels like an oxymoron and in turn, makes her feel like a moron. The iron mare feels the need to head the call and finds her newfound welcomer, Pomona, in company of Lagertha. Prague makes an assestment of her - strong. Strong willed, strong body, strong heart; she simply feels it. How can she feel anything about someone else?
"Pomona, nice to see you again. Army? I'm not sure how things work around here but I'll do my best to learn. I've never fought anyone," she says with an honest tone, her black ears flicking back in concentration - had she fought before? Only two alliances. "I'm Prague, I'll dedicate myself to your cause...what's your name again?" she asks but she has no idea Lagertha's name nor her mother whom she grew up hearing stories about. She's only getting smarter in covering up her tracks.
I'M NOTHING SPECIAL, I'M NOT UNIQUE