VALKYR
from the land of ice and snow
It was interesting to watch the play of emotions, the way the other seemed too proud to even speak for a moment or two. Valkyr remained silent, though there was a pleasant smile on those dark lips of hers, tugging at the corners of her mouth. Slowly, she dislodged herself from her position under the tree and its colorful leaves, stepping out from shadow and back in to the sunlight that flickered and licked at her hide, warm and bright.
"It's all in the handle. Not the blade itself." Her ears flicked, onyx honing toward the other mare as she stepped up to her. They were close in height, but where the bright mare had antlers and wings, Valk was more stocky and muscled, built for the cold and the life of the north. She was outwardly strong, able to fight and take on what the winters of her old home threw at her. "So if you focus on the handle, the weight of it, and how it moves, it should be easier."
Even as she spoke, she lifted one of the daggers with her mind. It was a familiar weight to her, easily held. She was used to long and awkward spears, so as she faced the dummy, she threw it forward, watching it embed right on target. "Focus on the dummy, the target. They taught me back home, when hunting, to keep your eyes on the enemy, not on where you're holding the weapon."
"It's all in the handle. Not the blade itself." Her ears flicked, onyx honing toward the other mare as she stepped up to her. They were close in height, but where the bright mare had antlers and wings, Valk was more stocky and muscled, built for the cold and the life of the north. She was outwardly strong, able to fight and take on what the winters of her old home threw at her. "So if you focus on the handle, the weight of it, and how it moves, it should be easier."
Even as she spoke, she lifted one of the daggers with her mind. It was a familiar weight to her, easily held. She was used to long and awkward spears, so as she faced the dummy, she threw it forward, watching it embed right on target. "Focus on the dummy, the target. They taught me back home, when hunting, to keep your eyes on the enemy, not on where you're holding the weapon."
