Stavanger Bay escape from the fade

If not for these moments where both could figuratively put their hair down, Valyri would live a sealed life: donning armor that did not fit, and a cold shoulder to all whom passed her. Though careful she is at observing their surroundings, she knows Nefris worries more for her own reputation than she; it is a dynamic they've long fit into, and one Valyri trusts wholeheartedly.
A giggle escapes brief from her lips, as teeth snap air and Nefris joins her in their play. A stage that fits neither of them, yet actresses they are, imagining the royal world they've left. How much she'd urge to disagree with the social class that's been forced upon them both, akin to a too tight grip on the wrist.
'Tis fortunate your lady is not helpless. She can bare her teeth just as well, taught by your master and you, Valyri pauses, turning from their continued path towards her Champion. Eyes ablaze with blue fire, as she steps forth to rest her forehead upon Nefris'. The greatest fighter she's seen.
Voice quiet, soaking in the touch and scent until just as quick, she turns back. Might be a fish or two, yet they'd sooner rue the day than get a taste of me.