Great Tales Start With a Small Step. [Cassiela/Valhalla]

She’d been finishing off the last of some floor planning at the tower when the subtle fire light of her son, returning from his own little adventure with a raft he’s fashioned. As Aurielle squinted, she spotted a small dark figure beside him. Another new member?

Her curiosity was piqued, and her work was close enough to done for the day, so she packed things away and strolled down the path, un-daunted by the darkening evening. She had her own personal light source, after all.

Soon enough she found their fresh scent trails and followed at an easy pace, before she arrived in time to catch the young woman’s words. Initiative, good.

Her son’s head tilted before he noted her own arrival and deferred to her with a grinning quip. Aurielle returned his brief touch with a twinkling smile before those gradated sapphire into sky blue eyes rested on the stone-colored woman, locking with her emerald eyes. Tired, weakened, but with resolve and intelligence that burned brightly.

“Welcome to Valhalla. What are your strengths? Whatever suits you best is the way you can find to help Valhalla in some way.”

The former queen settled on her haunches with a casual, habitual flick of her tail to pool at her paws and studied the woman keenly with a faint smile.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think