» An Unexpected Party

Valkyrie hadn’t seen the goddess-the real one, not pseudo like Hope—for a good number of months, not since the moment that she’d acquired the combustible spear from the idiot stallion by Utwaritace. With that task completed, the white, winged adolescent had ventured south towards the Portal, unsure for what she was particularly searching (power usually), and from there, on into the frigid northern realm; all of which felt furthest away from the point which K’yarie had been last seen. In truth, the brazen young masculine-looking female had quite enjoyed her liberation, the period of freedom, without the cramp of adult perspectives and boring accountability—not that she was actually responsible for anything, except maybe her beloved possessions. Anyway, as she skirted the perimeter of the crowd, not especially interested in what the monstrous monster by the glowing crack had to say, she spotted the familiar stream of K’yarie’s magnificent mane and suddenly the sourness of her mood sweetened slightly. At least there would be someone intelligent to converse with; not to mention, it would be the perfect opportunity to flaunt her fresh sophistication. The Protector finished talking, thankfully, for his voice was too loud, just in time as Valkyrie found the flank of her idol. “K’yarie,” she hummed, drawing a long breath filled with the enchanting, musky flavour of the once delicious-looking woman; she thought to ghost pink lips along the taut, warm skin across the other’s barrel, but refrained, her nose pinched, when the angular breadth of a stallion killed the mood. Though the time between their reunions grew longer each time—entirely the selfish, young Shieldmaiden’s fault—Valkyrie frowned, almost sadly, and stated, “Where have you been hiding this time? I have missed you a lot—” a lie, though cleverly concealed, for far grander priorities had more than filled her time. Then something happened, a thing that was entirely unexpected, a strange kind of warmth filled her core, heart and mind, and she felt suddenly invigorated. Clear blue eyes bounced off the surrounding faces before settling again on K’yarie’s, curious to see whether the sensation had been her’s alone—she didn’t say anything though, of course—she quite fancied it as a self-indulgent secret.

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Notes for clarity:
- Valkyrie was cursed here. Physically she appears as a stallion, cannot remember why she hates men, and views others as the opposite gender.
@K'yarie