The Portal
02-25-2018, 04:56 AM
It was rather cute how Vynter's simple words had flustered Valkyrie so. Roscorro remained where he stood, watching the two youngling in amusement. Though he had not heard what Valkyrie had said earlier he was no fool. Body language spoke volumes. Seconds ago she had been venomous towards the lad, now she was confused once more. Thrown completely off by two words. Her youth and inexperience shown brightly. It was somewhat endearing.
He was a silent observer as Vynter, taking notice of an injury, set to work. Curious the stallion watched his young friend, his head cocking to one side as a mechanical spider emerged from his mane. Hadn't he seen something like that before? Storm colored eyes remained glued to Vynter as he returned to Valkyrie after a short time of searching. With a tenderness he had not seen from the yearling, Vynter set to work tending to Valkyrie's wound. A sense of pride settled over the giant as he watched the normally distant lad care for another.
Though he could have healed the wound with his magic, Roscorro made no mention of it. Let the yearling have his pride in caring for another. It was good for him to step outside of himself more, to come out of that shell. As the Clydesdale observed he felt a familiar present sweep by him. Ears shooting forward his eyes locked onto Valkyrie, readying to leap in if she blamed Vynter for the sensation that was no doubt sweeping through her. As if sensing the change within the mare, Rosco's piece of hope leaped forward. With a flash of white light it split in two, the second piece offering itself to Valkyrie in an attempt to ease some of the ill effects of the Rift. Hopefully it would be enough to sooth her temper, if it flared towards Vynter. He himself had been blamed once for the Rift's actions, he did not want to see his little buddy being wrongly accused as well.
talk talk talk talk
He was a silent observer as Vynter, taking notice of an injury, set to work. Curious the stallion watched his young friend, his head cocking to one side as a mechanical spider emerged from his mane. Hadn't he seen something like that before? Storm colored eyes remained glued to Vynter as he returned to Valkyrie after a short time of searching. With a tenderness he had not seen from the yearling, Vynter set to work tending to Valkyrie's wound. A sense of pride settled over the giant as he watched the normally distant lad care for another.
Though he could have healed the wound with his magic, Roscorro made no mention of it. Let the yearling have his pride in caring for another. It was good for him to step outside of himself more, to come out of that shell. As the Clydesdale observed he felt a familiar present sweep by him. Ears shooting forward his eyes locked onto Valkyrie, readying to leap in if she blamed Vynter for the sensation that was no doubt sweeping through her. As if sensing the change within the mare, Rosco's piece of hope leaped forward. With a flash of white light it split in two, the second piece offering itself to Valkyrie in an attempt to ease some of the ill effects of the Rift. Hopefully it would be enough to sooth her temper, if it flared towards Vynter. He himself had been blamed once for the Rift's actions, he did not want to see his little buddy being wrongly accused as well.
talk talk talk talk
Roscorro
I believe this world ain't half as bad as it looks.
I believe most poeple are good.
I believe most poeple are good.
@Valkyrie
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
