Valkyrie had gotten her day started a bit earlier than usual, rising with the sun and embarking on a search for suitable clothing for the cold. She'd planned to spend the day at the stables, and apparel that covered the skin more than her usual fare seemed appropriate. While frost did little to bother her, some of the offerings were intriguing, if not quaint. While the long white coat and tall boots she settled on were suitably charming, the earmuffs were considerably less so, and she had questions over how Midgardians wore giant puffballs on their head while maintaining a façade of dignity.

Satisfied with her choices, Valkyrie was pleased to find the horses were in good spirits as well. The past month had seen her visit them as they frolicked in the pastures, befriending a few and getting a feel for the dynamics of the group. One didn't rush a relationship with any creature, let alone one as willful as a horse. They had many needs outside of simply riding, after all.

One lively mare in particular when paired with her rider made for a sight that Valkyrie could have watched all day. The woman rode with confidence and sensitivity, and her companion responded in kind. Valkyrie turned her head as they galloped by, leaning forward against the wooden railing.