SKILL : HERBALISM ( 1 / 5 )

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Backdated to just after Brynhild joined Dawnbreak

Her days were often a bit like the ocean's tide - largely predictable, even, and a thing of rhythm. She had worked herself into a routine and it served her well, though she was practically chomping at the bit for some exploration.

Despite the fact she desperately wanted to venture out of the Vale - if only for a few hours - she was far too mindful of her packmates to act on it. There were wounds to mend and she didn't want to create anymore of her own to slow down the care her found family needed. By Cypress' fang and his murder of Viscaria, she had finally learned a lesson in keeping close to home, where it was safe. She did not even need Aksel to tell her so - it was a thing of wonder, her newfound sense of mortality.

Solvi suspected part of her restless paws came from the season. In the dead of winter, there was little to do - she could only shuffle her herb stores around so many times before she felt rather useless. She had no plants to harvest - at best, she could find some wintergreen or some of the cold-hardy berries that lingered around... but the fact remained: she was bored. In the days to come, she would regret her feeling of boredom - how quickly she would wish for nothing at all to be occurring as anguish once again sank its fangs into Dawnbreak.

But for now, she felt aimless when she was not tending to her patients.

It was the part of the day when she usually took a nap or sought out company, but she had not yet become tired enough to rest. She plucked away at a patch of wintergreen just outside of the pack's main encampment, taking care not to take more than her share.

Can I be a child again? ( Take me back to when laughter was endless, and my dreams were bigger than my fears. )
3-3-3 OC

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Brynhild had been walking around the camp, exploring the new area and getting used to it's landscape. It was weird, but a comfortable weird that she could get used to. She had yet to see Solvi around though, thats what she had been excited for the most recently. Seeing her would soothe her worries that had peeked recently, was she actually alright? Or was she just being used to heal and nothing else?

Today was Brynhild's lucky day though, as she had decided to go lounge at the borders of the territory for some peace and quiet. Moving from her spot, she was slow to move, letting her limbs reawaken from being cold, the sun was up, at it's mid point in the sky.

'High sun..'

Humming faintly, she trotted slowly out from where the camp was fully settled. Until that honey scent hit her nose, pausing to take another breath of it in, That, was Solvi. She just knew it, she knew that scent, the scent of what sunlight would be and the honey from bees, a soothing but also questionable scent to some, but not her.

Looking around eagerly, her eyes wisped over the creamy fur only for a moment. Then her gaze snapped back, staring for a few moments at the younger she, smiling softly seeing her safe, indulging in some wintergreen. With slow, practiced movements, Brynhild lowered herself to the ground and stalked up behind her, ever so slightly circling Solvi until nearly behind her.

Looking at what she was doing for a few moments, She grew impatient, and raised a paw. Poking it into Solvi's side once, then twice, just to grab the healers attention.

Boo

SKILL : - - - ( 1 / 5 )

It could never be said that Solvi was a creature with a deep skillset geared for survival. She could patch up most any wound, but she possessed little in the way of preventing said wounds - it was something that had been a nonissue in her previous life, where she was surrounded with Aksel's presence. Only the bravest - foolishly so - would dare touch her then.

But here, within Mythris, she was left to her own devices at most times. She tried not to weigh those around her down, but it came with a price that her right flank had already paid one installment of, Cypress' fangs leaving a permanent mark for her ignorance and misplaced trust.

As such, she did not detect Brynhild's approach with her nose full of the scent of mint and her ears relaxed in their posture. There was nothing at all amiss about the day and she suspected nothing - no one - with foul intentions would find her within the Vale.

But that said nothing about mischief.

She continued to gather branches of wintergreen in her jaws, entirely unprepared for a jab into her side and then a "boo" sounded from behind her.

Solvi's heart leapt into her throat as she started, her maw opening as the woody branches were thrown in all directions to free her mouth to scream sharply. She spun around, ears swept back against the nape of her neck as she leaned her back toward the bushes she had been harvesting from. Her eyes were wide and panicked, her tail tucked to her pale belly as her form shrank away from her "threat."

Adrenaline pumped through her body as she stared owlishly up at...

Brynhild.

... Brynhild?

Brynhild?

BRYNHILD!

Neurons fired as understanding sank in and she realized her eyes did not deceive her. Her mother's Blade stood before her, flesh and blood, and she could smell her familiar scent from their closeness - she was here!

Her pinched expression shifted to disbelief and then unbridled relief as she went through the stages of recognition. Ready or not, Solvi sprang forward and attempted to sweep the woman into an embrace, burying her face into her tricolor mane.

Brynhild! she exclaimed, her mind running wild with how this all was even possible. When did you get here?! And how?

And was her mother here, too?

Can I be a child again? ( Take me back to when laughter was endless, and my dreams were bigger than my fears. )
3-3-3 OC

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She sat in waiting, her ears flicking faintly at the shuffling of the gold and cream she-wolf. Tail faintly swishing across the undergrowth and small bits of moss that sat beneath her, Brynhild was excited, her eyes narrowed with the grin that split her muzzle.

As Solvi whipped around, the sharp scream had Brynhild slightly scrunching back and swiveling her ears back to protect them.
Ow...

As the ear aching sound came to an end, slowly, Brynhild let her eyes crack open to see the look on Solvi's face. A soft laughter erupting from the female as Solvi realized whom, she exactly was. As Solvi sprung forwards, Brynhild steadied herself at the sudden movement, A gentle smile forming on her maw when embraced by her.

Solvi..I'm glad you're safe.

Her voice seemed, faintly uneasy? it seemed Brynhild shook, but she was fine. Simply so much energy and relief coursing through her veins, it was causing her to shift and shake with excitement, lightly nuzzling her muzzle into Solvi's neck and shoulders. Inhaling softly, swarming herself with the warm honey scent, brows ever so slightly furrowed, leaning lightly into Solvi's embrace.

I'm not quite sure how i got here..I just know i woke up in the water..Met some, odd wolves..

Brynhild softly hummed, recalling the two wolves that tried to treat her like a chew toy. Hah! fools they were, at least, that's how Brynhild viewed it. Fools messing with a wolf of Brynhild's former status, but she wouldn't ever speak of what actually happened.

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It seemed as though Solvi hadn't seen anything of her homeland - or anyone from it, for that matter - in an eon. The thought was so keen that she could scarcely believe she was presented with her mother's Blade, even with her fur against her own and Brynhild's fruit-tinted calling card surrounding her.

Brynhild spoke and Solvi found herself marveling at the words strummed from vocal chords she recognized so easily. It boggled her mind, truly, to think the two of them were reunited and there was not a singular rhyme or reason in sight. So many objects of misfortune had come to pass - something Amaranth had noted - that she had begun to wonder if her once-peerless optimism was but a foolish notion.

But then there was Brynhild.

How did one explain her existence within this plane without attributing it to The Mother's vision? The last time she had seen Brynhild, she had been cast away from Solskin; Solvi hadn't entirely understood the reasoning as her father had been guarded about the matter, citing a lack of loyalty. It hadn't made sense at the time, her mother's Blade had always been there in support of her mother, in support of her.

I did not think I would ever see you again, Solvi admitted through a tearful voice, her brows scrunched as she backed away just enough to regard the Blade. Green eyes searched her form in the practiced way she did for any prospective patient, but doubly so when she indicated she had met "odd wolves."

Solvi immediately thought of Cypress and her ears wilted. Was one of them red? As red as open flame? she asked, her voice quiet, as though speaking of him in any description might lure him to their location and he would pry his way into the Vale. I had an... altercation with one named Cypress.

Akin to a child showing their parents the precious glass fixture they broke, Solvi tipped her muzzle toward her right flank, where skin was warped into the jagged shape of Cypress' bite.

Can I be a child again? ( Take me back to when laughter was endless, and my dreams were bigger than my fears. )
3-3-3 OC

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She sat where she was snickering and laughing to herself a bit, letting it die down a soft hum and a gentle smile to the sun pelted she. The green eyes that set just above Solvi's nose were a sore reminder of Solskin, but now it wasn't as sour, knowing she had found a lover there too.

Smiling still, Brynhild let herself relax slowly, the vale was a safe place. Somewhere she could let her guard down at and be calm, less alert, less..Scared, to put it simply.

Well, i'm here now..So no needs to worry anything anymore.

Brynhild raised a paw, ever so slightly pressing it against Solvi's shoulder in a slightly playful manner. Squinting a little bit at the wolf, watching her green eyes scan over her own body for what Brynhild presumed, injuries.

Ah..No, The one was albino of sorts, white with red eyes, the other almost dark as night with some white.

She hummed, her injuries from then hadn't been major, no not at all. Brynhild wouldn't let that happen, not now not ever, she nodded silently to that thought too, it'd only happen if it was to protect her loved ones. As Solvi showed the patch of missing fur, and the jagged shape where a bite would be, her muzzle scrunched and teeth bared slightly, someone had hurt Solvi, someone Brynhild had always thought to be delicate and incapable of angering a wolf.

This..Cypress, did he have any reasoning for marking you with a scar?

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Brynhild could barely contain her amusement at having frightened Solvi, and the honeybee's facade crumbled all the further until she grinned up at the woman.

She still couldn't believe her eyes and she feared inwardly that, if she were to look away, Brynhild might disappear again.

I always feel safer with you around, Solvi stated, voice soft and filled with equal measure gratitude and affection for the woman who had been - and still was - a large fraction of her life. She had always been so near when she was a whelp; sometimes it felt like she had two mothers.

She listened attentively as Brynhild described her nuisances, but neither matched the vibrant bill of Cypress. That, at least, was a comfort - though it did not please her to know other threats lay in wait outside the Vale.

Perhaps Alder was right to impress upon her the importance of staying within the Vale's embrace.

No- I am told he is simply... her voice trailed, reluctant to label Cypress so hastily under a single banner, especially negatively. Evil. It is a harsh word to call anyone, but I believe that he is.

For a moment, she allowed the statement to hang in the air. My friend Alder and packmate Solulfur saved me - I do not think I would be here, if not for them, Solvi added - perhaps it would offer her mother's Blað reassurance in knowing she was among others who cared for her safety.