[P] last young renegade

[Theodosia]

HE MOTIONED ME TO THE SKY,

She bites down her pride with teeth sharpened by ambition, her desire for knowledge stronger than any humiliation she might experience as a result of her request for help. Instead, her pale eyes turn towards the golden mare, watching how the sunlight plays across her curves -- it seems to sparkle across her coat, teasing at the dip of her hip, and for a brief moment she finds herself far more entranced with the impromptu teacher rather than the current lesson.

She’s always been a sucker for muscle, after all -- the contrast between her own lithe frame and a stockier one, the knowledge that they could go toe-to-toe without a doubt -- and this mare is certainly built thick, in the best kind of way.

Her ears swing forward as the mare speaks, drinking in the slight accent of her words. Even so, there’s unveiled curiosity in her gaze as she watches how easily the dagger hovers beneath the command of the northern woman, how it embeds itself into the target with what seems like minimal effort. Carefully, she extends the magic and lifts one of the daggers, concentrating on the weight of the handle and realizing that by doing so, it seems to steady much more than before.

“My name is Theodosia, by the way. What may I call you?”

I HEARD HEAVEN & THE THUNDER CRY.

@Valkyr