And I hate to place a whisper
10-30-2013, 03:14 PM
The shaman had her paws tied trying to get the cuts on her pads healed. She had took a long walk to get here, and even more so since it had been a year since she had walked on such surfaces besides the cold soft snow. The cracked pads were being treated with herbs that she gathered near Valhalla. Vahva knew what she was going to do, but returning to Valhalla was not one thing she would be doing. After all, being in a taste of power left her a bit fearful of being in the lower regions. Of not being able to do shit if a superior ordered it, she gave praise to those who could do it. With what tidus spoke of at the war, she was generally worried about the north. What kind of bastards thought they could run the world like that, it pissed her off so much. But, she didn't let it show, the well mannered lady had her own thoughts, and her confidence was on a high rate. There was no stopping her in the least. Vahva relaxed herself as she felt her pads cool off with the paste of the leaves she had placed on them. She had been lucky to find them around here, aloe leaves. In the least she would have been fine without them, but it hurt like hell and no way she was taking that kind of pain. Sitting on her stomach with her head held high, she looked exactly as she felt, a leader of all the sorts. She slowly started to wonder if her mother was proud of her. Speech, |