let's burn something beautiful; any

[Valkerine]

Plan? I don't need a plan!

Thorrun is rarely without her father, and the both of them are rarely without Valkerine. She's less tied in to the family when compared with her sister, but not for lack of love. Rather, there's only so many hours in the day, and Val seems to make a point of covering as much ground as possible. She's constantly going places and getting into things, dragging her sister along whenever possible. But in the end, Thorny is just too much her father's daughter. Despite the fact that they're nearly identical in appearance, there's only so much mischief that Val can convince Thorny to get into. Which doesn't bother the girl in the slightest. She knows she loves her sister, and her father and her mother, and she knows the feeling is mutual and she's at that age where that's really all that matters in the world.

She has been off goodness knows where doing goodness knows what and is thoroughly covered in mud by the time she finds her father and her sister again. And when she finds them, interestingly enough, they're not alone. She joins them just in time for light to split the sky, a riotous display of colors. And Val, ever tactful, watches it entirely without fear, her jaw dropped and mouth hanging open in a rather silly looking fashion. "Wow!" she exclaims, delighted by it. She doesn't feel threatened, but she's not especially good at feeling threatened. She continues to look up at the night sky as Covet and Thorrun move forward and approach the stranger, who Val has barely even registered as she continues to stare entirely upward.

Covet introduces himself and Thorrun, and Val is reminded that she's forgotten to be near them. She snaps her head down from the sky and walks over to join them, just as the mare starts explaining that she was born here. Val listens curiously as she introduces herself. The girl is nothing if not intrigued by those she doesn't know.

"I was born here, too, but only a little time ago." she says, her voice tomboyish, obviously young. There is something infectious about her, something precocious and adorable. "I'm Valkerine, but you can call me Val. Welcome home, Azula!"

VALKERINE!

tomboy daughter of librette & covet