If I know nothing of Faith

She was getting her paws dirty with Paladin. They were busily planting the herbs that would sprout in spring with careful tending over the winter. It was a distraction from her cycle, and Paladin, being well trained and accustomed to ignoring the scent she exuded, was a wonderful companion to garden with.

“I’ve been considering various other livestock for our herds. The sheep are alright, but they aren’t the hardiest…”

A howl brought her to a pause in her conversation and Paladin nodded at her, motioning that he would be fine without her. She nodded and gave her paws a washing before heading to greet the caller.

She moved with her usual easy regality, head and tail casually raised, mane and tail flowing. With the washing of her paws she was nigh on spotless, the vision of a - quite literally - glowing Queen.

She slowed to an easy walk as she spotted the white form at the passage in the wall, and took her time in the last few yards to study the girl.

Finally, she stood before her, muzzle dipping as she greeted quietly, “Welcome to the border of Valhalla. What brings you to our wall?”

Softly spoken though she was, there was no denying the quiet authority in her bearing or voice.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think