Wild Berry Meadow prekär

she attempted to heed his instruction at first with near-comical results, limbs appearing not entirely under her control. but, eventually, she fell into a longer stride that wasn't exactly any easier, but seemed to give her a slight edge as she moved alongside Virtute. virtute. she mouthed it silently, but no sooner had she learned his name that she found herself with a new one. 

"ver-i-tas" she echoed, enunciating it as carefully as she could even while struggling to keep up, as if it were something precious. she sounds it out once more in her mind, considering it. finally, "I like it. it's --" she pauses a moment for breath, "strong." an association likely also made because of all the leaders and kings she'd come to know this far -- Valour, Vanity and now Virtute. she lapses into silence then -- questions tug at her tongue, but her energy is concentrated solely on keeping up. she can word those later, if she slows down now, she knows not what will happen.