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silvershieldmaiden

A raven? Sif frowned as she took in the bird lying on her floor. One of Odins perhaps? No. But he was not wild either. Or so it seemed. “You did not have to break my window, poor thing,” she said lightly, kneeling beside the beast. A broken wing. Well that would not do. “Hmm, it seems you are grounded for the foreseeable future little bird.” She held he hand out to it, allowing it the chance to flee if it wished. “I only wish to help if you’d allow me.”

The unexpected voice caused Diaval to jump, as he twisted his head to see who had snuck up on him. Well, found him. Couldn't fault someone else for his lack of attention. To Diaval's delight, the woman who found him was a vision of beauty with fierce eyes and raven black hair. A warrior, if the blade at her side was any hint.

Put “Take Me” in my ask box and I’ll generate a number from 1-60 and give you a sentence starter!

Put “Take Me” in my ask box and I’ll generate a number from 1-60 and give you a sentence starter!

"Wait." the young fairy called, quickly reaching out to grab his arm "Diaval, it’s me." she spoke, her voice so frail and innocent. Somehow, Someone, had managed to place a curse on her and now, she was a mere child. She felt weak and deep down below, she felt frightened "I-I don’t know what happened." she explained, silently cursing herself for stuttering. This was not going to be fun.