The strikingly coloured and by all other accounts intimidating looking vulture who murmured against the waning note of their voices, a sound that she felt lacked worth or sense, yet intrigued her further; his possession, the concept that he was beneath the control of his owner’s thought and desire, was a fascination she just couldn’t shake. Eyes, icy-blue and glittering with intent, traced the vision of her own slender, white curves beneath the tender clasp of those otherwise deadly looking talons and her mind revelled vainly in an imagined scenario of their coupled capacity. With a slave, Valkyrie presumed she would invulnerable.
Invincible if she could convince this stupid Rift to grant her magic…
“Thank you,” Valkyrie was mumbling all the while, forequarters already swivelling towards the bank of sand which wove away between the gleaming water—though she was grateful enough for the gesture, the bold, brazen Shieldmaiden doubted need of her own would arise.
Severing the stare and forcing the distraction of her future from thought, her eyes briefly grazed the horned face of the other female. The light smile her rosy lips had adopted for the moment appeared to miss their target; Kiada’s own pale blue gaze had driven a course towards the heavens. Unbothered, the paler of the two shrugged her slim shoulders and stepped from the other’s fond company, into a wind that seemed all at once to blow colder. Turning towards the west (though the horizon in every direction available appeared discouragingly identical), Valkyrie began to fit the new, mutated pieces of her plan into place.
Hopefully, she would find others soon to bolster her cause.
Halcyon Flats
