anyone;

[Valdis]

how come I never got used to the feeling of sleeping in a cage?
too long driving, too damn hungry; a tied-up hound but nothing stays

Despite her blood boiling and a fire brewing in the pit of her stomach, it’s easy to be at peace when she looks down at Dracarys. Following the outburst with Mary, Valdis sought out her daughter only to find the bed of leaves abandoned. While there was a brief moment of panic, she listened as the serpents nearby complained of a girl nearly stomping on them on the way to a claimed Mountain. It crossed Valdis’ mind to follow, to pursue the child and deter her from such a daunting task, but she thought better of it.

She knows her daughter is fierce enough to survive the trek and any obstacles. If not, then she didn’t birth a child strong enough for the world. It would have been a failure.

With steely resolve, Valdis turns away from where she last left Dracarys. A single glance over her shoulder confirms that she is once again alone, a sensation that she often bathes in. With Ruinam having left – he seized an opportunity that would’ve been foolish to ignore – the forest seems quieter. There were others, but their voices have dimmed with the change of season. Suddenly, Sylva’s world seemingly shrinks. It feels like only Sinner, Mary, and Valdis remain.

Her jaws clench frustratedly for a fleeting moment, but it ends with a deep breath and a quiet reminder to herself. Shaking her head, Valdis placidly wanders the forest, aimless and full of thoughts. 
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Valdis