[mature] fire in her hands

[brunhilde]

and all the quiet nights you bear, seal them up with care
no one needs to know they’re there, or i will hold them for you

To say she does not want to be bothered is an understatement. Brunhilde is experimenting with the unknown, and the idea of a stranger’s eyes upon her while she sits within uncertainty leaves a vile taste in her mouth. Hildy, Khal purrs in her mind, amusement clear in his tone. He is tucked away in some of the bushes upon the opposite shore, feline eyes twinkling as he watches over her. She casts him her signature irritated look before realizing his gaze is gesturing at a woman behind her. Her sigh is released just as Elaina begins to speak.

“Maybe I prefer the cold,” she calls out without turning to look at the sweet-voiced mare. The water does not part for her when she begins to back away; still, she finds her footing and slowly wades into shallower water.

It is not until Khal yells Brunhilde! and her eyes fully focus on the water that she notices the white and gold serpent. Initially, her head pulls back an inch, though she quickly finds she is not particularly terrified of creature. Khal, on the other hand, bristles at the opposite shore, predatory fangs baring in a pissed off growl. The pebbles clatter beneath Hildy’s hooves when she continues to back away, an almost taunting leisure in her steps. Not stupid, but not particularly wise, she hardly bows to those that wish to terrify.

Her lion companion still angrily glaring into the water, Hildy settles into a relatively safe bubble. Her hungry, golden eyes drift slowly down Elaina’s face. “Pretty,” she murmurs, sidling closer. “I’m Brunhilde.”
 


 

brunhilde

@[Elaina] @[Aodhan] don't mind brun hitting on a straight girl