we are just bodies of the faithful stacked dozens by the roadside
Even when it does not garner the result she wants, the Valkyrie laughs, nearly mad with adrenaline and joy as she free-falls like a sparking comet. She transforms next, back to her falcon form; continuing her dive recklessly, back to the snow and ice. They’d never defined whether changing between forms counted as an alteration between abilities, so she hits the ice on golden paws and streaks away from the clouds that coalesce above them, taking on a form of their own now that they’d been called into existence.
Her joy is a formless, wordless thing between them. Challenging, taunting, inviting him to chase. Seeking her next plan only in vague outlines as she runs, always one to fight with intuition over planning, despite what one might expect from her.
Her joy is a formless, wordless thing between them. Challenging, taunting, inviting him to chase. Seeking her next plan only in vague outlines as she runs, always one to fight with intuition over planning, despite what one might expect from her.
HOTARU
