VALKYR
from the land of ice and snow
Seeing someone winged is a new thing for Valkyr; in the North, those wings would have been clamped tight and bound by furs against the cold, or else lost from the frostbite that would ensue. Those that came from her birthplace were all ground dwellers, though they varied between their looks, usually rugged and shaggy, with furs piled on them, with the rare horns here and there.
A smile played across dark lips as she watched her temporary pupil, nodding her head a little when the dagger was lifted once more. "Better, focusing on the handle, is it not?" Her throaty voice peeked from her lips and she laughed softly, a low rumble of sound that curled from deep in her chest.
If she noticed she was being stared at, she most certainly didn't show it.
"Theodosia..." It sounded strange on her accented tongue, but golden eyes warmed and seemed to dance with all her amusement. "Valkyr. Or Valk. Whichever you find to be easier." Names such as her own weren't uncommon, but here in the south they certainly were an exotic oddity.
A smile played across dark lips as she watched her temporary pupil, nodding her head a little when the dagger was lifted once more. "Better, focusing on the handle, is it not?" Her throaty voice peeked from her lips and she laughed softly, a low rumble of sound that curled from deep in her chest.
If she noticed she was being stared at, she most certainly didn't show it.
"Theodosia..." It sounded strange on her accented tongue, but golden eyes warmed and seemed to dance with all her amusement. "Valkyr. Or Valk. Whichever you find to be easier." Names such as her own weren't uncommon, but here in the south they certainly were an exotic oddity.
