It's not that she thinks her sister needs her. It's not that she thinks she needs her sister. It's just that, given the opportunity, it's more fun to be around her sister (generally speaking) than it is to not.

But today, Val's gotten herself truly and properly separated from Thorny. You see, they woke up together this morning, but then Val got distracted by this strange noise. She ended up following it for quite some time (and learning a whole lot about the geography of the Valley in the process). As it turns out, it was a bird, but she only discovered that after she'd fallen down several hills to finally see it perched on a branch. Oh well, as they say, live and learn.

And by that time, Thorny had long since moved elsewhere, and Val had set it in her mind to take up a new quest and seek out her sister. She'd been on that ever since, finally tracking Thorrun down within the broad confines of the Valley.

She instantly notes that her sister is not alone, but talking with two horses she's never seen before. This doesn't especially concern her; Val is the opposite of a fearful child, and she has no doubt that Thorny can take care of herself. Not to mention that her sister looks entirely unfearful. Thorny might be a naturally composed child, but Val knows her well enough to know when she thinks she's threatened. And this is definitely not one of those times.

She arrives just in time to hear the stallion with the wings and the horn introducing himself, and she marches up to join the group with absolutely no hesitation. It would no doubt be completely obvious to both Flamevein and Eight that the two girls are twins. They look the part completely; the only difference one to the other is that Thorrun inherited her father's orange eyes, whereas Val inherited her mother's brown ones. There are of course more subtle differences under the skin – where Thorrun is a copy of Covet with immortality and mind blocking, Val is something else entirely, a strange tomboy thing that thrives off of putting herself into danger and surviving. It's a power she doesn't even know she has, not yet.

She looks both Flamevein and Eight up and down with an appraising eye, a comical and confident thing for one so young, but she's never been shy or retiring. "You're Flamevein." she says to the first stallion, the one without the wings and horn. Then she turns to the second one. "Nice to meet you too, Mr….?" she is looking directly at Eight now, her yearling head tilted, clearly expecting his response. It's not quite the brash "NAME" demands that had characterized her younger years, but it's just as charming, just as adorable, all in its own way.

And then she snorts, settling her weight on her left side and cocking her right hindleg, utterly relaxed. "I'm Valkerine."

VALKERINE!

tomboy daughter of librette & covet