Walls Will Not Hold The Winter [Warscream]

[Lief]

No matter how many times she ventured to Midvinter, young Snowstrider could never quite adjust to the frigid weather. Bundled up within the cloak of Dawnbringer, which remained far too large for her, Mysa trudged through the snowy trail which led east from Tháinbroek.

It was strange, exploring this wintery world without Théo by her side, but the new experience was actually a welcome one. She hadn't stretched her independence in quite some time, having grown very attached to her new found family... Both of them. No doubt Kära and Thyrian would worry over her whereabouts, but she didn't plan on being gone for too long.

In truth, Mysa just wanted to refind the herd of Vhaanir. She knew it was wrong of her, they were a most sacred creature, but ever since that first day with Théo where the young buck had come to them and brushed his head against their palms she had been... Mesmerized.

No one should touch them. Yet it had touched them. Did that count?

Pulling the cloak tighter around herself, the young Umbaran continued on in silent vigil toward the forest edge. She very much doubted that the herd would still be around here, it had been several years since that incident, but she had to try.

She needed to look upon the Gods one more time, she needed the validation.

 

[Zef Halo]

Einarr strolled through the uneven fields that were cloaked with the heavy snow of Midvinter. That cloak was something Midvinter never undressed. It was that the reason Valkyri had grown to be so resilent and durable. The land bred only the toughest of creatures, not only were the Valkyri proof of that but also the flora and fauna that managed to survive in a rather unwelcome land.

The young Valkyr had just reached the phase of adulthood, what one considered the age of 20 regarding humans. He still had not lost his passion for adventure. Quite the opposite, it had grown more and his opinion for a change of how Valkyri lived was strengthened. Einarr knew the right way was to cut down the millenia old tradition of infighting and focus on a galactic-wide conquest. Most laughed at that thought but others silently agreed.

And the latter's number grew.

His senses alerted him of another's steps in the snow, somewhere beyond the small hill infront of him. Curious to who would venture into the wilderness of Midvinter at this time of the year, Einarr paced to climb the hill. Shortly after he appeared on the top of it overlooking the horizon beyond. A small figure wrapped in leather calmly walked, its minituare figure alerted him that it was not a Valkyr. From here, he could not make out what the figure was but it made him even more curious.

"Hail." Einarr raised his hand as his voice boomed through the calmness of the wild. "Who goes there?"


[member="Mysa Snowstrider"]

 

[Lief]

Over what would have been the most wonderful moors, had the frost not claimed them for her own, she wandered. Each step brought her closer to the forest, to the last place she had looked upon the Gods; a slight breeze pushed her onward, as though Odiir himself had plans for her, as though the path she walked was solidified by fate.

She might have smiled, but time away from Midvinter had made her susceptible to the cold and it was all she could do to keep herself from freezing. Her nose was lost amidst the furs she wore, just her eyes peeked out from under the hood. Even then her eyelashes froze together, and she could see snowflakes caught within them.

Hearing a noise nearby, Mysa scanned the area in search of Valkyri or Vhaanir yet for a moment she saw no sign of either. It wasn't until a voice broke through the stark morning air that she knew it to be the former.

Turning on her heel, eyes cast up to the hillsides, Mysa was able to witness an individual stood watching her. Who goes there? Was that a literal question, or more of a way to grab her attention?

"Snowstrider" the child breathed, the words freezing in her throat. No, she was definitely no Valkyri... Only in her dreams.

[member="Darth Ragnarok"]