#ch. lagertha

[empathised-blog]

* skjoldmoy.

She recognizes the stranger’s face, though only just. And only because she has vivid memories of the boy who came running through a short time back, how he’d come in with her before parting ways. The woman seems to be searching for something, and Capable can put two and two together easily enough. 

                  “He went up,” she states, gloved hand rising so she can point in that very direction. Eyes narrow and she’s forced to squint as some part of the woman’s clothing catches the sunlight and throws it into her eyes, and eventually that hand comes right back down to block the offending beams. “The boy. He went up.” 

[iranyito-blog]

* skjoldmoy. 

                       "Ragnar Lothbrok intends to attack Paris?" 

All in the name of the gods and the glory it will bring, no doubt-- such is the kind of man he is. That won't make it any more of an easy task, however. He'll need those steadfast allies of his.

              "Will we join him?"

[gorviligr]

- valkyrieofkattegat.

              "Jarl Ingstad--" 

He straightens himself and takes a few steps back to give Lagertha ample room to see herself inside the hall. There's a smile upon his face, as though he expects good news. 

                                           "How went the talks with Jarl Ragnar?" 

[gorviligr]

- skjoldmoy.

             "I saw that Einar was... taken care of." 

Words are soft, like the GODS may strike him down if he speaks too loudly of what happened out in that lake. They will judge him, and he knows it, but for now Lagertha is on his side. 

                                 "You won't see him again." 

[gorviligr]

- skjoldmoy.

                "Oh--" 

Eyes come to rest upon Lagertha and a look of surprise washes across his features. Kalf had not heard her enter, nor had he expected to see her today. Still, he rises all the same. 

                                         "I thought you would be with Jarl Sigvard."