2/22/2025, 5:01 AM
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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.
Solvi immediately thought of Cypress and her ears wilted.
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.
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.
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Solvi's braids are not as tidy as displayed in her art
