Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 5:36:58 GMT
To say Jaga was furious was an understatement. Lexa hadn't retaliated for the bomb dropped on TonDC, or for Mount Weather. Jaga had been through so much--losing her family, getting thrown in a cage in Mount Weather--that after she'd been freed from Mount Weather, she'd just wanted to put her head down and work, try to heal. But then Skaikru massacred an army of 300 Trikru unprovoked... and still Lexa did nothing. Ceasefire. Wanheda had done something to their heda. Manipulated her maybe. Made her weak. Jaga was done. Tired of seeing Skaikru kill them.
Azgeda, though. Azgeda was known for being ruthless. There were stories about their queen that made grown men shudder. Azgeda was where Jaga needed to be right now. Jaga packed rations, took her weapons, and the warmest clothes she owned, and made the trek on horseback. By the time she arrived in Azgeda territory, Jaga was well aware even her warmest clothes were no match for this climate, and if they took her in, she would need more layers.
She announced herself and her intentions at the gate, and while she didn't appreciate their roughness when they searched her, or the way they confiscated her weapons, she tried to keep her mind on her goal. If Queen Nia liked her enough not to kill her, she'd get her things back. When the guards ushered her into the throne room, Jaga suddenly realized she'd never stood before someone in such a high position before. She didn't know what the customs were for such things. She only knew that the anger burning in her stomach was the only thing that propelled her feet forward until she was standing in front of the throne, not close enough to be a threat, but not too far either. At least the shivering from the cold had stopped now that she was inside, and her fingers were starting to warm.
"I am Jaga of Trikru," she said in Trigedasleng. "My heda is too close to Skaikru. She dishonors her people's memories. I wish to join you."
Tag: Queen Nia
Azgeda, though. Azgeda was known for being ruthless. There were stories about their queen that made grown men shudder. Azgeda was where Jaga needed to be right now. Jaga packed rations, took her weapons, and the warmest clothes she owned, and made the trek on horseback. By the time she arrived in Azgeda territory, Jaga was well aware even her warmest clothes were no match for this climate, and if they took her in, she would need more layers.
She announced herself and her intentions at the gate, and while she didn't appreciate their roughness when they searched her, or the way they confiscated her weapons, she tried to keep her mind on her goal. If Queen Nia liked her enough not to kill her, she'd get her things back. When the guards ushered her into the throne room, Jaga suddenly realized she'd never stood before someone in such a high position before. She didn't know what the customs were for such things. She only knew that the anger burning in her stomach was the only thing that propelled her feet forward until she was standing in front of the throne, not close enough to be a threat, but not too far either. At least the shivering from the cold had stopped now that she was inside, and her fingers were starting to warm.
"I am Jaga of Trikru," she said in Trigedasleng. "My heda is too close to Skaikru. She dishonors her people's memories. I wish to join you."
Tag: Queen Nia
