May 30, 2017
Starter for @until--valhalla; thank you for liking the Starter Call! Minerva moved lightly, without making even the smallest sound. She seemed to float across the snow— her feet did not sink in, and she left no footprints in the delicate white powder coating the terrain. The wind was blowing hard, flapping her elegant winter coat. But even that did not produce a noise. "Dear," Minerva said, her voice cutting through the wind. She approached the other triumphant, gently placing a jacket over the viking's shoulders. "It is too cold to be without a jacket."
