05-06-2023, 11:51 PM
VALKYRIE
His answer isn’t satisfying in the least, though she bites her tongue and keeps that thought to herself. It would be easy enough for her to find out for herself. Valkyrie powerfully wishes to step forward and touch the halo, or his skin, for herself and see if it is as cold as the snow she remembers racing through in Hyaline.
But he seems uncomfortable enough already and she does not want to push it - as though this very conversation is just a thin pane of frost itself, and one misstep could see it shatter far past the point of salvaging.
So instead of following her physical impulses, Valkyrie is forced to sit with her thoughts and so she remarks quietly - her metallic orange eyes glinting as she connects some half-hazy memories from her youth. “All pain is like that, isn’t it?” When it is so consistently present in your life that you don't even notice it any more.
It feels like a terribly naive question, but then she is still a naive mare - she does not know this about pain first-hand, just pieced together from the faces of those she loves. She feels like a foal, like standing here with someone who was - is? - friends with her mother puts him automatically at a higher tier of adult than she is. She is not made of hard things, of ice or steel, and if the fire of her mother exists somewhere inside of her heart, she has not found it yet. She is warm at best - the heat of a spring day, not even bright enough to scorch.
But he seems uncomfortable enough already and she does not want to push it - as though this very conversation is just a thin pane of frost itself, and one misstep could see it shatter far past the point of salvaging.
So instead of following her physical impulses, Valkyrie is forced to sit with her thoughts and so she remarks quietly - her metallic orange eyes glinting as she connects some half-hazy memories from her youth. “All pain is like that, isn’t it?” When it is so consistently present in your life that you don't even notice it any more.
It feels like a terribly naive question, but then she is still a naive mare - she does not know this about pain first-hand, just pieced together from the faces of those she loves. She feels like a foal, like standing here with someone who was - is? - friends with her mother puts him automatically at a higher tier of adult than she is. She is not made of hard things, of ice or steel, and if the fire of her mother exists somewhere inside of her heart, she has not found it yet. She is warm at best - the heat of a spring day, not even bright enough to scorch.
@Selaphiel