04-09-2023, 01:54 AM
VALKYRIE
Valkyrie has been a student of change all her life, she’s enjoyed learning how to adapt. How to fit herself into new situations, mold herself to whatever strangeness arrives with the next sunrise. Not that she had ever been in any real danger, she had support - she had help and love. But the older she got, the more she enjoyed figuring things out on her own - just to see if she could.
Today, though, Valkyrie is not attempting to learn anything beyond joy. She is a bright red and gold swallow, swooping through the summer air - and enjoying the fact that there isn’t anything at all on her mind as she does so. It is just this simple movement, just the air moving across her feathers.
Until a familiar figure catches her attention and she practically drops out of the sky from the wave of the nostalgia that slams into her. For that moment she is not the mare that she has grown into, she is a long-legged filly in a land that no longer exists. Her first home. The girl making wishes to glow in moonlight and who believed with all her heart that Hyaline and her family were indestructible.
She doesn’t know whether to call this sensation pleasant or unpleasant - but because of who she is, she immediately decides to investigate further so she might know.
Valkyrie manages to land in the meadow and it takes a moment to re-orient herself with the loss of sight in one eye now that she is back in equine form. Just as she is thinking it might have been a mistake - she finds him again and wastes no time in moving forward. Her working orange-gold eye picks apart the features that are so strangely familiar to her. Half as vague memories from a foal, and half from stories told by her mother - who was happy to spend sleepless nights harboured in the Pampas telling Valkyrie and her sister of the friends she held so dearly in her heart.
There had been no hesitation at all about her approach until the moment where she becomes close enough to speak, stopping just a handful of feet away. Doubt creeps in just then (what if this wasn't who she thought it was?) and it seeps into her voice, turning it quiet. “Selaphiel?”
Today, though, Valkyrie is not attempting to learn anything beyond joy. She is a bright red and gold swallow, swooping through the summer air - and enjoying the fact that there isn’t anything at all on her mind as she does so. It is just this simple movement, just the air moving across her feathers.
Until a familiar figure catches her attention and she practically drops out of the sky from the wave of the nostalgia that slams into her. For that moment she is not the mare that she has grown into, she is a long-legged filly in a land that no longer exists. Her first home. The girl making wishes to glow in moonlight and who believed with all her heart that Hyaline and her family were indestructible.
She doesn’t know whether to call this sensation pleasant or unpleasant - but because of who she is, she immediately decides to investigate further so she might know.
Valkyrie manages to land in the meadow and it takes a moment to re-orient herself with the loss of sight in one eye now that she is back in equine form. Just as she is thinking it might have been a mistake - she finds him again and wastes no time in moving forward. Her working orange-gold eye picks apart the features that are so strangely familiar to her. Half as vague memories from a foal, and half from stories told by her mother - who was happy to spend sleepless nights harboured in the Pampas telling Valkyrie and her sister of the friends she held so dearly in her heart.
There had been no hesitation at all about her approach until the moment where she becomes close enough to speak, stopping just a handful of feet away. Doubt creeps in just then (what if this wasn't who she thought it was?) and it seeps into her voice, turning it quiet. “Selaphiel?”
@Selaphiel