04-15-2023, 12:41 AM
VALKYRIE
Her doubt evaporates easily - all it takes is no outward contest against her naming of him, even if she also doesn’t get an obvious affirmation either. She knows him as Sela, but thinks this is too familiar considering they have not properly met yet. He is someone she considers family, an uncle - not because of his blood relation to her father, but because of his friendship with her mother. It is thrilling to get to talk to him, this figure that had shown up in her foalhood stories. The version of Mazikeen’s life that she shared with her young foals was heavily edited of course - talking about the ice angel she walked in shadows with, the half-squid that lived in the lake, the blue tinted shifter-queen were all relatively safe subjects.
It’s a bit like meeting a celebrity - it’s exactly like seeing a mythical creature from stories suddenly walking around as if it were nothing.
The gold-accented mare doesn’t feel offended by the fact that he does not greet her by name, offering it now without fuss. “I’m Valkyrie.” A smile returns easily to her expression now that she has her confirmation and can feel that funny excitement freely.
She’s only just starting to think what now when words are tumbling out of her before her brain can catch up “Are you cold all the time?” And then almost immediately she laughs at herself. It’s a rich sound, though not particularly boisterous.
“I’ve been wondering about it since I was a foal.” She offers by way of explanation. It does not occur to her to apologize for asking it, even just to be polite, or to fret about the idea that he may not want to talk to her. She is just content to stay in the moment as long as it lasts - and enjoy the feeling of being blessed with this chance encounter.
It’s a bit like meeting a celebrity - it’s exactly like seeing a mythical creature from stories suddenly walking around as if it were nothing.
The gold-accented mare doesn’t feel offended by the fact that he does not greet her by name, offering it now without fuss. “I’m Valkyrie.” A smile returns easily to her expression now that she has her confirmation and can feel that funny excitement freely.
She’s only just starting to think what now when words are tumbling out of her before her brain can catch up “Are you cold all the time?” And then almost immediately she laughs at herself. It’s a rich sound, though not particularly boisterous.
“I’ve been wondering about it since I was a foal.” She offers by way of explanation. It does not occur to her to apologize for asking it, even just to be polite, or to fret about the idea that he may not want to talk to her. She is just content to stay in the moment as long as it lasts - and enjoy the feeling of being blessed with this chance encounter.