Chill Your Life

If Asvor was curious about why she'd mentioned weddings - or funerals, even - she made no real sign of it. It didn't feel strange to be barraged with questions from Valdis. Their connection was too deep, too strong, for her to really put too much thought into what they talked about... all sorts of conversation felt natural with her now. It was hard to imagine their talks drifting to something that caught her off-guard. There was nothing that had ever come up that they ever truly disagreed on; they had similar upbringings, similar beliefs and values, and Asvor truly believed that was why she'd ended up falling for her over their many years of preceding friendship.

But she did notice she was asking a lot of questions. Not enough to find it strange, but she noticed well enough. "You're full of questions today," she teased lightly, slowing her walk to lean over and touch her nose gently to Valdis's leg. The touch was brief before she turned her attention to a cluster of flowers that they passed. "Green," Asvor answered simply. The green hue of Valdis's eyes in particular, though that was a detail she decided against bringing up. Her devotion was obvious, at least in her eyes - the last nearly three years of her life had revolved around Valdis and building a life with her. "And I'm not sure. I suppose I'm quite fond of snakes - like my Jormungandr." She didn't always stay with her, but she enjoyed her company when she did. She was named after an important story her mother had once told her, and after her uncle's own snake companion.