there's a devil inside of you

VALKYRIE She stood in the storm The warm beacon, alight on the glinting sands of this snare, was neither hallucination nor mirage and the nearer she drew, the bigger the air of relief that leaked through Valkyrie’s weary body. Repeatedly she lifted bemused eyes to examine the figure of the bird that circled yonder, so too the spires that seemed never nearer, never further way, until at last she had come to stand aside the familiar face of the horned woman which had (more or less) save the life of the irksome, dum male by the Portal. Recalling their previous meeting with a tinge of resentment, she almost smiled. The other appeared equally as welcoming as she had back then, so the stubborn young Shieldmaiden forced her mindset to shift, straightening into a more polite posture and completing the grin, which proceeded to illuminate the lovely features of her face. “You also, Kiada.” ...came the answer easily, for she would yet be wandering this field of dreams if it weren’t for the fire still dancing on the other’s back. “I’ve been alright - lost though, I was trying to find a path to those spires and I feel that a trip through the tar might have been simpler after all.” A gesture was made momentarily towards the shapes towering over the horizon. Without the stinging presence of a man to distract her, Valkyrie was able to relax into conversation. “Are you well?” She queried gently, leaning down her neck to graze a persistent itch on her knee briefly with blunt teeth. There were questions still lingering in the back of her mind and the paler pegasus was hopeful that perhaps Kiada might now settle them. After pause enough to allow the taller female to answer, she guided the chat forwards, toward the first of her interests: trials… Her heart yearned for power and her head begged for retribution. There seemed no clearer path forward than to acquire a magical profession. “Have you any time free to talk? I’ve been thinking about a few things you mentioned back with…” (he never gave them his name), “him…” and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.

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I'm really sorry for the wait <3
@Kiada