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[Sigurd Vittfarne]

Sigurd opened his eyes, seeing, as through a mist, a floating Valkyrie with blonde hair and white hands, bent over him. She was tugging at her hair and telling him something he didn’t understand. But of course he wouldn’t have struggled. It simply meant he was dead, and the warrior goddess came to take his soul and to lead him to the gods’ castle. He smiled faintly as an answer to her words. Her touch on his wound was… at first soothing, then her caresses let feel the strange healing energy too.


Well… she was a goddess, wasn’t she? Of course she had magical gifts… And he could feel the blood stopping, so her magic had effect.


Her bright smile was as unforgettable as her caresses along his injury, which seemed to give him new strength. Then, he received a bandage made of a piece of her dress… as white as a cloud such a Valkyrie might have it made of, and as soft.


He caught her tiny white hand and brought it to his lips, in deep gratitude, kissing it.


“Thank you very much, my goddess. I am feeling no more pain.”

[Moth]

He lived! Moth smiled, proud of her rescue. She didn't seem to pathetic on her own if she could heal someone fatally injured, right? She could do this, just for a while, before she could find a way home.

But there was no way home. Mica had told her that, so Moth let her heart fall again, only to look back to the man who was speaking the new language she barely knew.

Moth's eyes widened at his comment.
Goddess?
Surely not. She was only a girl. Moth knew that her luck was high and her powers were decent, but she was not a goddess. She had nothing of the heavenly prowess or the lovely curves. She could not bend the wills of millions, or change the nature of those that were unkind.

Moth was a small, slip of a child, who only could make things a little better than they were before. That's all she could truly do.

Pink came to her cheeks and nose in embarrassment. She shook her head immaturely, biting her lip in habit.

"I'm not a goddess, no, no, no, sire. I'm just a girl. Moth. Moth is my name. I just came here. Are you new to this place as well?"

ooc: sorry about my lateness of this reply, I'm struggling in school to catch up from all of the classes I've missed. If you'd like to post something in the storm, I'll happily reply to it as soon as I possibly can, but for now, I'm a little too busy to make a thread.

[Sigurd Vittfarne]

The blonde Valkyrie had a so warm smile! Waking up to this half childish, half womanly face, to the healing, magic-working strange, tender caresses and to this bright smile was definitely meant to bring him back to life. Not only because he had been on the verge of death, but because instead of taking his soul, she chose to heal him with her caressing touch. And as she seemed to understand his words somehow, if he judged upon the expression of her lovely face, he couldn’t understand hers.


He was a mere warrior, one who had barely arrived from his world and could speak only the old language from Mithiclor. For the moment being, he had no idea about translating devices, recording or anything else which belonged to this new world. But even so he understood that from all the words and the denial which was eloquent from head shaking and so deliciously blushing, at a certain moment she was repeating her name, trying to introduce herself.


“Mo”? he tried his best to copy the pronounciation. “Sigurd,” he pointed to himself, with a smile.


Then, he tried to get up, and, despite a certain residual dizziness, he succeeded.


“You healed me and you gave me strength, I am deeply grateful to you. But do you have an idea where should we head to now?” he asked her, not convinced how much they can actually communicate. “The forest is full of dangerous creatures, and nightfall shouldn’t catch us here.”