The Portal
02-25-2018, 04:38 AM
Even when her tone was displeased and her eyes were narrowed in his direction, the boy couldn't help but be utterly infatuated with her looks. Her pale lips were so delicate as they moved, her lilt soft and enticing. Her dialect was one he wasn't used to, but it only brought more questions to his constantly running mind. He paid no mind to her harsh words, to the way she seemed displeased with his actions; because he was focused on studying every inch of her. How did the Gods end up making something so small and delicate. She was like a flower in a summer breeze, full of life yet could so easily be swept away by a sudden up draft. He longed to find out more about how she worked.
It was only when her expression of irritation turned to disbelief did his own change, morphing into a softness that was rarely seen. It was almost as if she wasn't complimented often. How he couldn't possibly fathom, but he longed to compliment her more because of it. So with the same gusto he had before he bobbed his head with certainty, before looking into her beautiful eyes and reaffirming his statement,"Pretty Valkyrie." His nose pointed to her wings once again, resisting the urge to delicately brush his maw against them again as he softly spoke near her ear,"Wings." It was at this time that he finally took note of the injury in her hip, the wretched vine marring her pristine coat in a garish way. As soon as his mind registered what might have happened his demeanor changed, and soon he was taking one step back from the filly.
"Valkyrie's hurt," he spoke in a more serious tone, the awkward and higher pitched lilt that often laced it nowhere to be found. He spared his companion only a briefly glance, before moving away from here and towards the brush to search for some herbs. As he moved he made a soft clicking sound, and soon from beneath his thick mane movement could be seen. What emerged from the depths was Leroy the mechanical spider, who flicked his feelers to Vynter curiously before moving towards the top of his head.
As if they were in sync the spider was moving, making its way down the boy's shoulder and to the ground gracefully. It moved itself with a surprising amount of grace despite its mechanical build. It approached Valkyrie silently, beady eyes focused as it slowly made its way towards the injured hip. Finding a branch to climb it stopped just above the wounded hip, silently working its front legs while waiting for its master's next move. It didn't have to wait long before Vynter was back by the Sheildmaiden's side. He made haste with his movements, coming close to her flank and moving his head to reach for the vine protruding from her round hip.
It was with subtle ease that he removed the vine; quickly so as to not have her thinking too much of it. As the blood began to pool he brought forth water-soaked moss, pressing it tenderly against her skin to clean away the blood and dirt. He made sure his next movements were quick when he pulled away the moss, grabbing a few leaves of one herb and chewing them up thoughtfully. Horsetail to prevent infection, Marigold to stop the bleeding, and Goldenrod to help with healing. After each herb was chewed into enough of a pulp he slathered them over her wound.
Once he was certain the herbal mixture would suffice he turned to his spider companion, whom had been spinning cobweb for him while he worked. Grabbing it with the utmost care he turned once again to the damsel, tenderly pressing it against the poultice until it had it securely pressed against the wound. He took a step back to admire his handy work, looking at it with the utmost detail before nodding his head in satisfaction. It would work for now, but he likely would need to keep an eye on it within the next few days to ensure it was healing properly. Soon his gaze was meeting hers again, silently watching her with the standard calm demeanor that radiated from his being.
It was only when her expression of irritation turned to disbelief did his own change, morphing into a softness that was rarely seen. It was almost as if she wasn't complimented often. How he couldn't possibly fathom, but he longed to compliment her more because of it. So with the same gusto he had before he bobbed his head with certainty, before looking into her beautiful eyes and reaffirming his statement,"Pretty Valkyrie." His nose pointed to her wings once again, resisting the urge to delicately brush his maw against them again as he softly spoke near her ear,"Wings." It was at this time that he finally took note of the injury in her hip, the wretched vine marring her pristine coat in a garish way. As soon as his mind registered what might have happened his demeanor changed, and soon he was taking one step back from the filly.
"Valkyrie's hurt," he spoke in a more serious tone, the awkward and higher pitched lilt that often laced it nowhere to be found. He spared his companion only a briefly glance, before moving away from here and towards the brush to search for some herbs. As he moved he made a soft clicking sound, and soon from beneath his thick mane movement could be seen. What emerged from the depths was Leroy the mechanical spider, who flicked his feelers to Vynter curiously before moving towards the top of his head.
As if they were in sync the spider was moving, making its way down the boy's shoulder and to the ground gracefully. It moved itself with a surprising amount of grace despite its mechanical build. It approached Valkyrie silently, beady eyes focused as it slowly made its way towards the injured hip. Finding a branch to climb it stopped just above the wounded hip, silently working its front legs while waiting for its master's next move. It didn't have to wait long before Vynter was back by the Sheildmaiden's side. He made haste with his movements, coming close to her flank and moving his head to reach for the vine protruding from her round hip.
It was with subtle ease that he removed the vine; quickly so as to not have her thinking too much of it. As the blood began to pool he brought forth water-soaked moss, pressing it tenderly against her skin to clean away the blood and dirt. He made sure his next movements were quick when he pulled away the moss, grabbing a few leaves of one herb and chewing them up thoughtfully. Horsetail to prevent infection, Marigold to stop the bleeding, and Goldenrod to help with healing. After each herb was chewed into enough of a pulp he slathered them over her wound.
Once he was certain the herbal mixture would suffice he turned to his spider companion, whom had been spinning cobweb for him while he worked. Grabbing it with the utmost care he turned once again to the damsel, tenderly pressing it against the poultice until it had it securely pressed against the wound. He took a step back to admire his handy work, looking at it with the utmost detail before nodding his head in satisfaction. It would work for now, but he likely would need to keep an eye on it within the next few days to ensure it was healing properly. Soon his gaze was meeting hers again, silently watching her with the standard calm demeanor that radiated from his being.
Vynter
my will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way
