Magic Feathers and Fur
The battle had been brutal and fast, the creature terrorizing rural Midgardian villages was not giving up nor accepting death. Valerie had lost one of the two fellow Valkyrie that accompanied her permanently to Valhalla within the first few moments. The other sister was injured so severely she had retreated to Valhalla to heal. Valerie was left facing a creature that used the sand to its advantage to hide. She had had to use her wings and keep off the sand. It was a sound tactic and one that saved her life, but in the creatures managed to snap up a few primaries in it's clawed fist, tearing them free.
Val slayed the creature and burned it to ash. By the time she turned around to fetch up her powerful and rare feathers, the wind had blown one of the primaries away. She collected the two broken feathers and spread her wings to escape to Yggdrasil to heal her wounds. She would find her lost primary when she returned but until then, she needed rest and healing. Just as she was about to settle into an exhausted sleep, she arched off the cloud soft bed with a soft yet desperate moan. There was the haziest sensation like someone had stroked against her wings, but that was impossible.
She threw her arm over her eyes and groaned. Someone had found her feather, and she was still getting the reverberations of that touch through her magic. Fantastic.
