distance and meaning
for valkyrie
07-01-2019, 02:01 PM
The thick fog clung tightly to the ground, even as the sun rose in the sky and its rays struggled to penetrate the thick canopy of leaves overhead. It was hard to tell from her position on the ground what time of the day it was - somehow it was still dreary, and if that wasn't making navigating this unfamiliar terrain than the thick tree roots certainly were. They climbed up from the forest floor like grasping hands, trying to trip her with every other step she made, but instead of feeling deterred by their attempts to send her sprawling, instead she felt a renewed sense of purpose. It was here she would flourish, as so many of her family had, though unlike them she'd serve her gods even more fervently than they could dream of.
Her arguable naive hopes were what had landed her here, in a land wildly unfamiliar to her. She'd heard tales of Boreas ever since she was a child - it was a land of plentiful opportunity, of wolves far more diverse than she could ever possibly imagine. It was here her grandfather had been born, and where she was told so many of her family still lived. One family member in particular had earned her curiosity, even if she'd never met the fiery woman herself. After a considerably amount of asking around and quiet research, she'd stolen away from the small group she'd known since birth and she'd somehow ended up.. here.
Hopefully she hadn't made a wrong turn somewhere. She'd been told Valkyrie wasn't far off from here, though it'd been hard to keep her bearings in this twisting forest. After slowing her pace, she tipped her head to the sky and let loose a call for her, wondering - and hoping - she might earn a place at her side. While serving her gods could surely be done on her own, being bolstered up by a group would surely make her endeavors even more profitable.. and admittedly the thought of raiding in the name of their gods was a thrilling thought for the young woman.
