Chimera Fields Leaving all our worries behind

She had shrugged at Mal's initial comment, having not much of a say on it really. She couldn't object, she had never done it. Though it was safe to say much of her family was a bit more, "traditional" then again equally there were those who were not. Still, as it seemed, those who were 'basterd children' rarely rose to any sort of position. 

Vallkyrie couldnt, and wouldnt, help the laughter which came over her as her leader scoffed. She fell into his side, laughing all the while. It was true, she couldnt help but tease him. He rolled his eyes, opposing only based on Belharra's uncertainty of him. She didnt think he was much for a leader and didnt take him seriously at all and yet she had still joined. Vallkyrie began to truly wonder if she had only because of herself giving it a try. 

She would have chanted loudly, 'You like Bel, you like Beeel!!' But decided to skip the whole five year old thing. Well, that wasnt a no. She spoke with a cheeky grin. Maybe he really did like her. OH, the gossip. She lifted up off of him though remained laying, front toes splaying and stretching out. Just think, your splotches, her dark brown and black coat... your kids will look like that ran through mud puddles. 'Insert Puddle of Mudd song here'.