2/18/2025, 12:34 AM
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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.
And was her mother here, too?
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?
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Solvi's braids are not as tidy as displayed in her art
