03-13-2022, 02:38 PM
VALKYRIE
Although Valkyrie tries to stay aware of her surroundings, she is so rarely truly on her own that it is not often a problem. There’s always another set of eyes nearby to assist her, to fill in the empty spaces of her sight. The day is so early that she has already forgotten that she is not alone, and so she is not paying attention until her older sister Myrna is right there on the otherside of a bolder she was also only half aware of.
While her sister neatly sidesteps the almost-collision, Valkyrie shouts with both surprise and delight. “Myrna!” The haziness that had been in her mind disappears, fully waking her up and she tilts her head a little to look at Myrna with her good eye.
“No.” She answers honestly - she normally sleeps until much later in the morning, preferring to be up late - and then there’s a small hesitation before the filly quietly admits the reason why she is up. “I had a nightmare.”
It still lingers in her mind, though she hoped that the sunlight might chase it away like it does other shadows. Not sure if she can actually find the words to actually describe the nightmare itself, she asks the question she thinks might be behind it. “How old were you when you could shift, Myrna?”
Although Valkyrie knows she won’t be turned away from Hyaline or her family if she is never able to shift, it still frustrates her that all her attempts to learn have shown no abilities of any kind at all. Even if it was just turning into a sparrow or a squirrel! She can glow at night like her dad, a wish she had made as a young filly and something she remains very proud of, but every now and then it is hard to not want to be as remarkable as the parents and siblings she admires so much.
While her sister neatly sidesteps the almost-collision, Valkyrie shouts with both surprise and delight. “Myrna!” The haziness that had been in her mind disappears, fully waking her up and she tilts her head a little to look at Myrna with her good eye.
“No.” She answers honestly - she normally sleeps until much later in the morning, preferring to be up late - and then there’s a small hesitation before the filly quietly admits the reason why she is up. “I had a nightmare.”
It still lingers in her mind, though she hoped that the sunlight might chase it away like it does other shadows. Not sure if she can actually find the words to actually describe the nightmare itself, she asks the question she thinks might be behind it. “How old were you when you could shift, Myrna?”
Although Valkyrie knows she won’t be turned away from Hyaline or her family if she is never able to shift, it still frustrates her that all her attempts to learn have shown no abilities of any kind at all. Even if it was just turning into a sparrow or a squirrel! She can glow at night like her dad, a wish she had made as a young filly and something she remains very proud of, but every now and then it is hard to not want to be as remarkable as the parents and siblings she admires so much.