after ten long years apart, for @mangledwolf.
valerie had never been a social person, not in the same way that lucie was. she is a creature of habit. her circle remains small, almost non-existent. that is how she prefers for it to be. some would think her to be a mute or some sort of lone wolf if not for her sister. socializing never came as easily now as it once did. today, the group of girls found themselves amongst the woodcutters. rose had been all too excited. potential conquests, she had called them. it made valerie scoff. she, of course, had no interest in such activities. she only accompanied them knowing she would never hear the end of it otherwise. the men of daggerhorn viewed valerie as a prize to be won. she had been dubbed the most beautiful in their village, although she would beg to differ. lucie was truly the most beautiful. inside and out. honestly, it was a shame no one else acknowledged that. she was the one worthy of the praise, the adoration, the suitors; valerie wanted none of it. dark hues drift over the faces of the woodcutters, men that she had known her entire life. her father had worked alongside them long before his children. they had seen lucie and valerie in all the phases of life thus far. it was the new additions that had brought the girls here, though. now was the time to start making names for themselves, finding their path, and bringing honor. amongst them was a mysterious figure, clothed in all black and more separated from the rest of the group. there was something . . . familiar. something she had recognized immediately. could it be him? of course not, what a silly thought. her gaze could not move from him. all she could manage to do was stare in awe. it was when his head raised, and their gazes finally met, that recognition fully set in. peter. her peter had returned.
