[SWP] ... Are You Ready For It?

Twin horns upon the crown of the well-coloured woman were shaped savagely - the perfect weapons -  thought she privately, though as Valkyrie examined them further with careful, clandestine interest, a queer volt of power leapt visibly from each sharp point. She stumbled backwards, unmistakably startled, and watched incredulously as the energy honed in on the very leg that had just been examined. Blinking, uncertain yet whether this had all been intended, the pale-coated Daughter returned her wide eyes to the other. All the while, her acknowledgement of the - gruffalo was it? - had all but fallen to the ether; though it stood attentively by the shoulder of its master (presumably, it seemed to fit the label), one clawed foot ahead of the rest, the pallid girl seemed hardly to see it. There was no room for further conversing, as the thick-skulled man was by then stepping to inspect the hedge by the wayside. The steps following caused one lean ear to swivel backwards, and she was careful to keep her snide remark under wraps. The winged, horrid girl continued by towards the very same tree to which the colt’s attention had been focused; so too the largest of them all - the spare-parts monster - had travelled still further (curiously), and wedged him between the near sapling and the portal. Valkyrie wasn’t sure what was happening and quirked an eye as Zoeya began to speak. Perhaps she’d given the girl more credit than was owed. Slipping a sly glance by the auburn belly of the other, she couldn’t help the desire to make absolutely certain she was a she. It was difficult to tell, for lovely long flights were collected against those flanks; the ignorant Shieldmaiden grimaced and at last shifted the tip of her nose towards the rouse of voices. Lunatics. An exaggerated sigh nearly blew past her lips and she almost turned to leave, but at the mention of the Matron, it suddenly occurred to Valkyrie that those around her had been gathered previously on the beach (moments later she had plunged ridiculously into the icy waters of the great southern sea). Clamping her lips tightly, the Daughter took heed, stretching her gaze beyond Zoeya to where the timber stood still - like a post.