Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150117145443/@comment-5583506-20150216000348

Valkyrie could barely stand being in same place as the brothers any longer, obnoxious as they were. Brother or not, her respect for Jack seemed to have flewn out somewhere towards Atmora for good.

'''Don't blame him', my arse. I suppose that if he had succeeded in killing me he wouldn't be to blame either?''

She left the letter on the spot and went to search for a place where she could meditate and reflect upon recent events in peace. Cutthroats, thieves, assassins... bandits... they were all one of the same breed: taking whatever they wanted out of greed, lust, or just for sport.

Once she found a secluded spot she sat down and rested Frostbite in front of her. She closed her eyes and was lost in thought.

-

''"Don't lag behind, Little Pup!" laughed Rigvar.''

''"Shut up!" yelled Valkyrie. "Don't call me that! I hate that name!"''

''"Why?" he shrugged. "I think it's cute. Fits that mopey look of yours that you always portray."''

She gritted her teeth.

''"Hey now, sis", said Rigvar. "Don't turn on me. You know what father has said about turning before you are ready."''

''"I don't care!" she growled and lunged her fist against him, which he easily dodged.''

He grinned and placed his leg between her footing, causing her to lose balance and collapse to the grass with a thud.

''"What's all this then?" said a stern voice.''

''Valkyrie quickly got up from the ground and Rigvar straightened his back. It was their father, Bitvarg the Elder. He came riding along the grass field with Varg by his side, also mounted.''

''Their father shrugged. "I really need to keep track of you cubs. To make sure you don't kill each other off. Where is Hemming and Lilja?"''

''"Oh, Hemming found himself a hedgehog he is playing with at the moment", said Rigvar and brushed some dirt from his leggings. "Lilja, I believe, is looking for some pretty flowers to pick."''

''"Flowers", Bitvarg tasted on the word. He then gave out a short laugh. "Such a sweet girl. And you, Valkyrie? It's not a decent place for a lady to be crawling around on the ground."''

''"It could have been him on the ground!" snarled Valkyrie and glared at her older brother. "But he tricked me! He has no honour!"''

''"Honour, yes", repeated their father. "That's an abstract concept for sure, but it's necessary for us to function as human beings. Did you trick her, my son?"''

''"No, father", said Rigvar. "I simply made her trip. She could have anticipated my move, but she didn't and so fell on her own behalf. It would have been dishonourable however to attack her from behind."''

"And why is that less honourable, Rigvar?"

''"Facing an enemy up front is a sign of respect that we are standing as equals in the fight", he replied as if he was being in school. "And that we each give each other a fair chance for success."''

''"Which you didn't!" growled Valkyrie. "You are so much taller than me. It isn't fair! And besides he was teasing me!"''

''Bitvarg seemed amused by the turn of events. "Cubs, please. You are too noisy. Valkyrie, a true warrior shouldn't let petty namecalling distract him or her from focusing on the battle. A warrior need to have a strong psyche just as their arms. Remember that..."''

''Varg shot a glare at his younger siblings and turned his horse around. He was just as stonefaced as their father usually was.''

''"Now, let's head back to Whiterun", said Bitvarg. "The cooks have prepared something special for tonight. And you have some training to do, Rigvar."''

"Uhm... yes, father..."

''"What's for supper?" asked Valkyrie.''

''Bitvarg smirked. "Mammoth steak."''

-

When Valkyrie came to her senses again she felt something wet trickle down her cheek. She touched the wetness with her hand. It was a tear. Had she been crying during her mediation?

She quickly brushed the tear off on her trousers and wiped her eyes. "This is ridiculous", she muttered.