We are the warriors; birthing (covet/shah/anyone really)

[Valkerine]

Plan? I don't need a plan!

She almost frowns when he steadies her – she doesn't want help, but at the same time, it's really handy and helps her right herself again as quickly as possible. She'll give him a pass, she decides. This time.

He answers her question, and this time she does frown, because that's…well, it's a really hard name. Covet, Sister, these were easy. "Shar." she tries. "Shah-ha-reezy." she tries again, her face comically serious, focused and concentrating. "Shareezy." She pauses, pursing her lips. "Shah." she exhales. "Hmph." she looks him up and down, as though considering. "Zai." she finally says, with certainty in your voice. "I'm going to call you Zai."

He speaks to her mother then, and Valkerine is not ready to stop being the center of attention, so she headbutts him gently in the shoulder. "She didn't pick us up along the way. She grew us, she told you." her voice is authoritative, bossy even, but it's the voice of a young filly and so it can't be anything but adorable. She backs away from him again, silent for a moment as though considering him. "She probably picked you up along the way." she says, but the way she says it isn't mean or cruel. She's just teasing, just being an outspoken, opinionated, teasing little child. And she seems very pleased that she's thought of such a clever way to turn his words around on him.

She giggles.

And then, for no reason at all, she leans forward again so she's within easy reach of his shoulder and licks him, gently. Her tongue is soft, baby-soft, and so tiny. It's just a small lick, as though he's an ice cream flavor and she's taking a taste-test.

Pulling back, she flicks her tongue in and out of her mouth as though trying to clean it off, clearly displeased with the taste. She frowns at him. "You taste funny." She looks at him for just a moment, her nose wrinkled in adorable disgust, her expression full of sass, before turning and marching back to her mother and drowning his weird taste in the warmth of milk.

VALKERINE!

tomboy daughter of librette & covet