“Trees whisper their mysterious secrets to those who listen.” for Valkyrie. // accepting. @mantcdea
"The trees speak often to you, then?"
Despite the teasing tone, the King smiles with crinkled nose and bright eyes, squinting a little in the afternoon light. The view before them takes one's breath away; with the greens of the grass and the deep blue of the afternoon summer sky- 'tis not exactly Asgard of the old days, but it is nearly as beautiful.
She's glad when they have guests that have no political intentions or require sitting in the town hall for hours and at and; and it is a bonus that Mantis is someone that Valkyrie got to know over the past few weeks.
"Though who am I to judge, having a talking, flying horse sleep in my backyard." Another laugh, as she rejoins Mantis in leaning back on the big tree that casts a shade over both of them.
"What does this one say?"