01-15-2024, 11:35 PM
VALKYRIE
Valkyrie was partial to winter, to the calmness that stretched through it and blanketed the world even when there was no snow to accompany it. However, everything had been feeling calm lately. Instead of it stretching just through one season it had stretched through years and years. So when the spring birdsong came to interrupt it, adding a little cacophony into the mix, Valkyrie felt inspired.
The assortment of birds she was able to shift into was long, and she had some favourites, but today she had something particular in mind. She became eager to help the world wake, and perhaps use it as a way to go fishing for someone to talk to. Whether a new face or a relative, all would be welcome.
A little bit of searching and patience found her what she was looking for - a flock of grackles. She smoothly shifted into one, her vibrant red coat disappearing into the brown-and-iridescence of these vocal birds. They did not treat her as one of their own, and she was not adept at their language, but she did not need to be. Not for grackles.
What she did was mimic them, shimmy up to them to annoy them with her false-bird-chatter, and then when it seemed like every single one of them was making noise she shifted into a large crimson raven - startling them right out of the tree they were in. She gave them a good chase, doing her best to shepherd them over the sleepy early-spring meadow, until her imitation calls turned more into laughter.
Valkyrie circled away, allowing the grackles some space to do what they do best (be annoying) and found a spot to alight back on the soft ground and shift back into a mare. A mare who then flattened her ears in annoyance at the noisy birds and then kept her working eye open for anyone else moving out of earshot. "Those damn grackles." She muttered, not quite under her breath and absolutely for her own amusement.
The assortment of birds she was able to shift into was long, and she had some favourites, but today she had something particular in mind. She became eager to help the world wake, and perhaps use it as a way to go fishing for someone to talk to. Whether a new face or a relative, all would be welcome.
A little bit of searching and patience found her what she was looking for - a flock of grackles. She smoothly shifted into one, her vibrant red coat disappearing into the brown-and-iridescence of these vocal birds. They did not treat her as one of their own, and she was not adept at their language, but she did not need to be. Not for grackles.
What she did was mimic them, shimmy up to them to annoy them with her false-bird-chatter, and then when it seemed like every single one of them was making noise she shifted into a large crimson raven - startling them right out of the tree they were in. She gave them a good chase, doing her best to shepherd them over the sleepy early-spring meadow, until her imitation calls turned more into laughter.
Valkyrie circled away, allowing the grackles some space to do what they do best (be annoying) and found a spot to alight back on the soft ground and shift back into a mare. A mare who then flattened her ears in annoyance at the noisy birds and then kept her working eye open for anyone else moving out of earshot. "Those damn grackles." She muttered, not quite under her breath and absolutely for her own amusement.
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