Firefly Glen Knowledge is power

As she spoke, she watched War take in the information given.
And, when the equally massive powerhouse of russet slowly came forward, Nyra felt her hackles start to rise along her spine. 

Standing nose to nose as she began to cry, Nyra tensed with surprise as War draped her muzzle over her shoulders, pulling the wounded shieldmaiden into an embrace.
Nyra in turn placed her head over War's own shoulders, listening eagerly to the war-machine tell her to never leave her again.

Nyra cried freely now, too, and when War was ready, Nyra stepped back a small inch as well, locking balefame gold on wintery steel. 

"I cannot. I don't want to. Without you." 

Nyra knew, or thought she knew, what War meant. In this moment, as their noses touched and the two warmaidens cried, Nyra felt a swelling in her own chest and fire rushed through her veins. 
Was War to be her forever companion? 
....Nyra wasn't at all opposed, and she pressed her nose gently to War's own as a gesture of mutual affection. 

And now, of all times, she had no words. 


Only love. 
And a leviathan-sized swell of flame in her heart manifested as the desire to protect, to fight alongside. 

Who knew love could happen, and hit you like a freight train, so damn fast?