With her brother's song, so too did Valmúa let loose her own notes. At last, her boy candy had returned, and with a friend. Just as she had hoped, he had brought back a little somebody who would hopefully become Stjornuati's wife in time. Excited to see how well he had done, Val ran up the path that she had used with Kigipigak not so long ago. It led up to the alpine lake and was slowly beginning to be easier to travel the more times she took it.
She found the three of them at the edge of the lake. Indeed, the newcomer was a pretty little sweet thing, exactly the type of woman that the ginger sister had envisioned might distract her brother. Her tail waved in greeting as she glanced at Kigipigak's northern gaze. She feigned surprise at the female's presence, giving her a look of mild disgust for no apparent reason.
Shouldering her brother, she looked the woman over while pushing past Stjornuati. Who is this? She spat, as though she couldn't fathom such an offense.

For a brief moment, Valmúa almost rejected the correction and let out a tight growl, turning her gaze toward her brother. Immediately, she let it go. It was unlikely that any of her siblings would ever manage to train her out of these poor mannerisms when around other people. She huffed.
Looking at the girl, she held back a sneer as she said could use another woman. She pretended as though this bothered her, licking her teeth and eying Kigipigak as though jealous of the dainty little brat. It was true that Valmúa was a vain and shallow woman, and it was also true that she had missed her boy candy. However, she had no interest in having complete ownership of him, though she acted that this might be so.
Kigipigak, new at these covert ops as he was, nearly blew it as he looked at her. She was thankful that Prinsessa diverted his attention.
The red woman was quiet while Stjornuati interrogated her. She was the age where indeed it was normal to want to disperse. Her brother's questions hardly made sense, but it didn't matter. She stood firm, having backed up to allow Stjor in front, a miffed expression on her features.
Inwardly, she was quite excited that her Kigicandy had done so well.

Just take her you idiot. Why was he being so difficult? She was a gorgeous young maiden, ready for new experiences and especially the experience of a good northern kelling.
Briefly, Valmúa looked at her brother in front of her, nose flaring. Her gaze turned then to Chanel, who was doing her damndest to stand there and look pretty. The sister kept up her front, eyes cold as ice, heart beating thick and heavy in her chest. Perhaps once this was over and Chanel found her new home at the Watch, she might reintroduce herself to her and offer something more than a mean face.
But not now. Poor sweet thing.

The next words out of the girl's mouth brought a strange, unlikely smile to Valmúa's lips. They don't own me, she said. Suddenly there was a hidden fire in the little prinsessa, and she wanted to stoke it as much as she could. This might just be the girl that could steal her brother's heart with the right guide, and that was exactly what the cinnamon woman planned to do.
With what seemed as little trouble, Stjornuati accepted her into their Watch. The sister allowed her smile to dissipate as she once more feigned distaste, moving off as soon as she was able with disinterest.