She'd avoided the child since she'd discovered her existence. Children had a way of finding just the right way to disgust her, and she was hardly interested in what ever party games her brothers had decided to play by allowing the little thing into their ranks. What a ridiculous facade they kept of strength and the nobility of nature. Her lip twitched when she found Miwa's scent along their borders.
As was the fire sister's modus operandi, she stalked the girl as though she was a little lost deer, begging for sweet relief from her terrible, lonely life. The ravens crowed overhead, alerting young Miwa to the creeping red flame close behind her. Why?! she shout-whispered to the skies, spitting the word at them, annoyed. Why was it that they had sided with Stjornuati in the form of the white raven? Why did the girl have her own close little bird that hung about? What made these beasts worthy when really, it was Valmúa who should have been allowing such a girl to lick the dirt from her paws. All of it was aggravating.
Huffing, she came up toward the side of Miwa and relaxed her expression expertly, morphing into the breið frænka. Of course, all she'd meant to do was to annoy, but the ravens would see none of that, apparently. Miwa, she smiled. Trekking as a guardian, I see, she gave a glance that spoke approval.

The girl said nothing, offering merely the tilt of her skull. Valmúa swallowed the sneer she was feeling and instead offered something that attempted to be a warm smile. It faded quickly, for the poppy girl had little energy for such guards that day. She realized at once that her long time avoidance of children like Miwa was probably the right way to go, and for a second she debated leaving her there.
Your companion, she began, glancing quickly toward the young raven and then focusing her eyes ahead. They walked almost in step, though Valmúa took broad steps, perhaps intentionally, that outpaced the girl. She is laglegur — pretty, she said.
Had she been a weaker woman, a sickening envy might have glazed her words. As it stood, they were quite earnest, for she held respect for their fellows of the Watch.