The Valkyries of Yggdrasil Training Category: Uncategorized
With the resurgence of the Valkyrie within Yggdrasil Brynhildr, once Odins favored, had been given the freedom to assemble and train them as she wished by the king. To keep out of the way and from monopolizing the facilities already in use within Asgard Brynhildr had yards set up close to her home though far enough away that the women in her charge would have an entire forest with which to utilize.
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The backs of Brynhildrs hands were smeared with thick mud, long dried and starting to flake off. She stood back, watching her youngest and more green charge, fighting like her life depended on it, which to be fair when faced with Yelena might be true. She knelt, bracing her elbows on her knees as she watched the exchange.
Kitta stood back watching the heavy hefting swing of swords and axe, and staff, feeling disgusting. Brynhildr had seen how much Kitta disliked being dirty, and so she had taken it upon herself to break Kittas urge to hide from being messy. She had smeared thick mud, heavy with a stench over her training leathers, down her arms, over her face and through her hair which was pulled back in a knot on her head. As the mixture of dirt and water hardened it made Kitta feel even more disgusting, and she wished she could trade places with Moira as she would rather be getting hit, being bloody, over caked with swamp muds.
Róta was sitting on a thick tree root, one that curled out of the hard packed soil, wrapping over other roots and lumps of rocks before dipping back into the ground. She was watching Moira, having glanced up once at the shifting of leaves in the tree above though the air was still. But her eyes went back down to where the youngest of their little band trained. "Arms up, don't droop, it shows your tired," she called in a voice that said she knew she wasn't being helpful no matter how good the advice actually was.
Moira had known that her training would be hard, harder then apprenticing with her aunt, much harder then classes in her mothers school. Still she hadn't known what a struggle for control she would have when it came to her instructors. Well one. Yelena was crass, rude and behaved like she had lived with wolves all her life. A fact Mo couldnt really disprove. But even though the woman was cranky and grouchy and rude Moira tried not to let it get to her. Brynhildr had set them up to train on the forest floor, a heavy canopy of leaves overhead. Gnarled roots of ancient trees made up the uneven ground she had to be mindful of as she tried swinging both sword and staff. Rota and Devasha got to stand apart, they were never tested this way and she tried not to let that make her to bitter. She grunted with both frustration and effort, oblivious to the extra eyes on her, trying to focus on not losing her footing and not swinging on Yelenas head, the second thought a distracting if pleasing one.
Viggo sat upon one of the thickest branches in the largest tree well above the grounds where the Valkyries where training. In truth before his people used to work with them and his mother used to use Yelena's dark ill manner to her advantage. But he was there for one simple reason. Moira. He could tell they where hardest on her due to the fact she was the outsider but even with her temper she seemed to bite back every time Yelena spit at her or called her stupid in her native tongue. Although he would laugh each time waiting for Moira to blow.
