I'll Make A Man Out of You | {Private RP}

The Valkyries had been dismissed for the day, their fearless leader busy with other herd affairs (most likely something related to those dastardly Bloody Flanks), and so Skye had taken the day to acquire some supplies from Skeldr town for her mother. It was a pleasant morning, the kiss of the sun warm upon her back and the caress of the breeze was gentle through her cropped hair as it played with the dark locks. However for Skye things were not so pleasant, not since the Bloody Flank attack that left the Valkyries a little worse for wear. Of course Skye’s injuries had not been as bad at Otama’s nevertheless the freshly scarred slice over left eye still stung sometimes and she could have sworn her vision was worse in that eye now than her right eye. Of course that hadn’t been the most difficult aspect of that night, no indeed it was returning home to her medic mother and raider father with newly swelling bruises and a livid gash over her brow and cheek that had been difficult. The days that followed had been full of discussions, or rather arguments, about whether the grey femme should be allowed to continue as a Valkyrie. Both of Skye’s parents were dead-set in the old ways, the idea of a mare being a fighter was absurd not to mention the fact that neither could face the idea of their precious daughter being injured more severely. The following morning, with legs stiff as lead and racked with pain the grey mare had slipped unbidden from her tent to return to duties, pushing away thoughts of the argument she would end up in upon return to her home. Since then things had been a little easier, there had been no news of the Bloody Flanks and her parents had calmed down- Skye no longer had to sneak out of the tent to meet with the other Valkyries. However she could still see the unease in her mother’s oculars whenever she mentioned training or duties.



As the rising hum of conversation graced Skye’s large audits she was drawn once again back to the present, the stalls and tents of the Skeldr town unfolding before her. Busy bodies moved between the buildings, buzzing with conversations or slipping swiftly through crowds to pursue their duties. Skye liked the town, the anonymity of wandering through heaving crowds where no one knew your name or your story and ugly scars were perfectly normal.
Slipping the little list her mother had made into her fur collar she took the path to the town, heading away from the market- surely her mother would not mind a small deviation. Cerulean oculars scanned the crowd, a habit that had formed since beginning Valkyrie training until someone caught her eye. Although everything that night had happened to fast to recall many details besides her fight with the hooded steed Lorian, the large pale rose horns were distinctive- that mare had been one of the herders the Valkyries had protected. Skye slipped easily through the moving horses toward the paint mare, calling out when she was close enough.

“Erm hi…” She realised then that she actually had no idea what she wanted to say, or why she was evening trying to talk to this mare, it was highly likely she would not recognise the young Valkyrie anyway.