Sleeping Dragon under the grave

skipping thur with mica's permission! :-)

Heda did not intervene and taking that as a silent approval to continue forth Eske took it, doing her best to block out Heda's audience lest it make her nervous. Eske's tail curled over her spine, physically communicating that she was the one in charge here. Despite her youth. Despite her growing body. Despite that this was a test. Regardless, she would take no shit. He could not push her around nor intimidate her. She was a Grounder, and a daughter of the queen of valkyries. He was from Seageda, evidenced by him speaking her native tongue. Yet, this was no grounds for her to automatically accept him. He was still a stranger. “You have served under Heda then, Tanja of Seakru?” Eske inquired as if that wasn't already established, as if Thuringwethil did not loom beside her. For a moment her breath caught in her throat as she glimpsed at her impressive figure beside her but refocused upon Tanja without issue.

“Loyally?” Because loyalty to Heda was definitely very important, or so Eske believed. “What was your role in Seakru? What skills do you bring to offer Drageda?” She asked next, studying him openly, unbidden about it. She could not deny the feeling of empowerment this gave her. She felt like the warrior queen that guarded the gates of their home: whether they would earn her mercy and welcome or her consequence and aggression depended on their answers and the respect they showed towards her and Drageda.

Yes, she could definitely get used to this.