06-07-2015, 09:16 PM
Plan? I don't need a plan!
Val may be independent, but she loves few things quite as fiercely as she loves her mother, father, and sister. And so when her father calls her and Thorny together, she's quick to respond. They're growing up, the pair of them, although she doesn't quite understand what that means yet. She doesn't understand it in the same way she doesn't understand what's going on with her father. Being observant is not one of her strong suits (at least, not yet) and even if it was, she's the kind of child who believes her entire family is immortal. It's simply inconceivable that her father (or mother) (or sister) might one day die, and so it never crosses her mind. Little does she know.
And so she doesn't worry as they spar in the idyllic spring weather. She thrills to learn the motions of battle, relishing every block, every attack. She knows in her heart that she's meant to be a warrior, that she's meant for the clash of battle. She's heard (vaguely) the way that her parents are talked about, the history that they both have, and she's put together the pieces enough to understand that war is in her blood. And the way she fights, there can be no doubt about it. She is a tiny whirlwind, forceful and strong, and reckless. She doesn't hold back, doesn't hesitate to throw herself into a dangerous situation for an expected payoff. And even when she gets bumped the wrong way, even when she gets bounched around or a little bruised, it only seems to stoke her fire more.
But all good things must come to an end, and so too does the sparring session. When they retire to the shade of the tree, Val is thoroughly pleased. Demonstrative as ever, she walks over to her father and bumps him rather less than gently with her nose on his shoulder. "That was fun dad." she says, and she means it with her whole heart. Her voice is incongruously pretty, smooth and strong but lyrical and pleasant at the same time. She's come a long way with the whole speaking thing; it seems like years ago that she'd stood in front of him and demanded "NAME" and nothing more.
"How many battles have you won?" she asks, her voice making it clear that she expects the answer to be on the order of hundreds, or perhaps even that it's uncountable. That's how it has to be, because he is her father, and he is invincible.
VALKERINE!
tomboy daughter of librette & covet