VALKYR
from the land of ice and snow
She longed for the cold of her birth season, the chill of her old home, and the breath of ice on her neck that reminded her of the north. Here it was autumn, there was no snow on the ground just yet, and the temperatures were almost too warm for the woman as she shook herself off a little, sending out droplets of sweat from her darkened flanks. She still had her summer coat, even, while most were beginning to grow a thicker one for colder months.
Thankfully, she can enjoy the shade, and Valkyr finds herself making her way towards the nearby field of the court, meandering and dipping her head as she stepped under a tree. Of course, she wasn't alone. There was another figure though they stood out in the field, blindingly bright against the backdrop of grasses and structures. They were also attempting to throw knives at a target, something that.. wasn't quite working out.
She remembered home, remembered her own blades, her own hunts for furs and fats.
"Do you need help?" It was a throaty voice, a rumbling hum from a distant land, thick with accent and deeper than most would expect from a slender figure such as herself.
Thankfully, she can enjoy the shade, and Valkyr finds herself making her way towards the nearby field of the court, meandering and dipping her head as she stepped under a tree. Of course, she wasn't alone. There was another figure though they stood out in the field, blindingly bright against the backdrop of grasses and structures. They were also attempting to throw knives at a target, something that.. wasn't quite working out.
She remembered home, remembered her own blades, her own hunts for furs and fats.
"Do you need help?" It was a throaty voice, a rumbling hum from a distant land, thick with accent and deeper than most would expect from a slender figure such as herself.
