01-07-2019, 10:58 AM
And in the darkened underpass I thought,
"Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!"
"Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!"
A fleeting thought of cruelty passes like a summer gale across Valdis’ mind. In a quiet trek to the shore, she and Mary took pause with their eyes focused intently on the island ahead. While the Sylvan queen submerged herself to swim, however, Valdis took flight.
Far beyond hearing, climbing to reach the low-sitting clouds, the girl laughs to herself. The flight is effortless, much of her energy harbored when she glides with a single, occasional beat of her wings to remain afloat. And below, struggling to swim against the current, is a pregnant Queen. Something in her churns with enjoyment seeing the woman paddle and exerting herself with dangers lurking beneath the tide. Valdis occasionally swoops down in muted assurance before breezily gaining altitude again.
As the shoreline approaches, however, she swiftly descends after having already noted the kelpie near the water’s surface.
Valdis waits patiently with the waves lapping against her pasterns, watching for Mary as the current grabs onto her and carries her to the beach. A sarcastic comment comes to mind, but she purses her lips shut and merely nods before turning her head to acknowledge the stallion that joins them. ”Hello,” her voice is curt, her sapphire eyes glimmering with fascination as they rove across his coat prior to leveling on his eyes. ”I’m Valdis, from Sylva.” Her body is drenched with the scent of the autumnal territory, but she still includes it in her personal introduction.
Unfortunately, Valdis hasn’t established a strong enough relationship with her father to know that she is staring into the eyes of his childhood best friend. Her interest in Ivar lies solely in what he is and the land he has claimed his own.
But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask.