The dark sandy beaches of Elenaris awaited his arrival. Quiet with but the voice of Helga's daughters training with swords and shields, and a flick of their magic. It has been months since they'd begun, and already their valkyrian blood was showing. Keeping each other one misstep away from disarmament, their eyes dug into each other and followed every move, every flourish, and the twitch of their wings along with every draconic breath.
One could command fire, the other reigned over the element of ice. Only recently, the girls had broken through the mould of a sheltered life, and yet their bodies danced to the tune of war naturally. Helga was as proud as she was concerned. A flicker of her husband, she could see in their mannerism, the command of magic they'd gotten from him and through her, the fierce command of armaments.
"Seems like they will easily overthrow you as the strongest adventurer in town, huh?" Walking up to her, Regalia waved at the valkyrie.
