03-17-2018, 03:54 AM
This woman, kissed with constellations and gliding beneath the wild breath of distant galaxies could only have been born from the same preternatural beginning- She too was divine, godlike. Though She lacked the familiar unblemished tone worn by the High-Maiden, and Her height was easily triple that of her Sisters, Valkyrie felt helplessly drawn to - if not infatuated with - the breathtakingly beautiful horse poised statuesquely before her. There had been few so benevolent as She in the feral wildness she’d conquered thus far, and the humbled youth found her lips pulling into a stupefied grin, echoing the same which emerged so tranquilly into the other’s expression, to comfort her. There was no doubting She understood the despair that went hand in hand with uncleanliness - sympathy pooled beneath the glittering purple of the eyes that caressed her. The Daughter of the Shield gazed with growing longing back, and a small, quivering sigh brushed her lips when the Goddess confirmed her theory about the lake; what a relief, and without hesitation she moved to match (the best she ought), the sweeping stride of her friend. “My name is Valkyrie,” she hummed with a gentleness yet won by the chaos of the Rift, and queried quickly with a hint of yearning in her voice, “what may I call you, please?” As they walked, the smaller arched her neck a little higher and drew each knee a little higher, perhaps to win a pleased reaction from her senior. ;lo |