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Post by Quorkbirb on Jul 24, 2016 0:19:04 GMT -6
Why, Sister, Oh Why
Froya - Quirkylynx
Alistair - Queerly
Setting:
It is midday, the sun high and strong behind the curtain of clouds shrouding Mount Skeldr.
At the base of Kaia's grand mountain, the War-Lord's sibling has found themselves in a predicament.
Hira, the leader of the Onean Forged, has vanished from War Lord's fortress and has left her self-proclaimed
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Post by Quorkbirb on Jul 24, 2016 0:55:36 GMT -6
Froya | Valkyrie
Faint light trickled in through the small windows that adorned the stone walls, dimly illuminated the cold corridor. Spring had come to Kaia's land, but that did not mean much. Frost was still common, though it often melted down into the thirsty grass near after sunrise and flowers would raise their heads triumphantly in the chill morning air. Clouds blotted out the spring sun, unwilling to allow Ignacio's heat to warm the land too quickly.
Her hoofalls on the stone floor echoed softly and lonesomely as Froya approached her Lord's office. It was routine, checking in with her superior for assignments and briefings, and today was no different. No, today was no different at all. A lustful glance managed to break her normally stoic demeanor. Not much was to be seen outside those stone windows, white sky and an occasional circling bird, but it that did not prevent Froya from pausing in her step. Occasionally, her skin itched inside the walls of the fortress. Usually when it was quiet, when there was lack for Valkyries on missions, and when she had to fall into a routine that kept her ... confined to the capital. Snapping from her spell, again walking towards Hira's office, with more of a quickness in her step.
No, she did not regret coming here and leaving the roving live of a herder behind her. She enjoyed her position and work thoroughly. Her wanderlust may tempt her on occasion, but Froya knew, without a doubt, her place was here beside her Lord. Perhaps though, since it had been so quiet as of late ... Hira would allow the young Valkyrie a day off. It was rare for her to ask for leave, it shouldn't be an issue. She simply needed to leave for a while, just a day or so, and be at one with the land again, feel Kaia again.
Settled on the idea, Froya sighed gently with relief. But as she peeked her head into the ajar office door ... she found no one inside.
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Word Count: 340
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