Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150307233515/@comment-5583506-20150310202017

Valkyrie dressed up in a one of her mother's dresses. It was as red as rubies and trimmed with golden edges. She felt awkward. It wasn't all too often she walked around in cloth. She was more used to the chaving feeling of metal and fur against her skin. But she knew that if her clan wanted to see her alive and well, she would have to dress like... something they could more easily relate to. Like a normal person...

She walked out of her room, tripping several times on her own long skirts. She started to head towards the dining hall, knowing that her subjects would want to see that their Matriarch had indeed survived the night... much to the thanks of one stranger guarding her bedside...