Author's note: This fantasy story contains very little sex, and the sex it does have is more romance than erotica. There is no sex in this chapter.
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"As we travel through the forest, tell me when you feel the danger, and tell me from whence it comes," Friia instructed patiently for the seventh time as she rode alongside Rune, both the women on horseback.
The wife of Odin might be patient, but Rune was feeling frustrated and impatient with herself. So far she'd detected NONE of the dangers her sisters were representing as they hid around the area, ready to strike while Rune was not looking. It was as if her new skill was on a long journey far, far away from this place.
Valkyries playing the role of bloodthirsty demons, complete with how they were dressed and masked with horns and snarling faces, had jumped out to attack from behind trees, rocks, from below, from above. From the water and from out of pits in the earth. And each time, Rune had had no glimmer of warning.
The girl was starting to wonder if the whole "sensing danger" thing had been a coincidence of some sort, and her confidence was getting badly shaken. Worse, she wondered if Friia doubted her, too.
Secretly doubted, of course. From what Rune could SEE, the goddess was the very picture of supportive trust that Rune's skill would manifest.
"Don't worry, Rune," the heavenly power counseled her. "Learning to call upon a gift is quite different than having it pop up accidentally, in response to a dangerous encounter. We know the gift is there, but we have to be able to wake it at will. It takes time to learn to connect."
The young Valkyrie nodded ruefully, trying to trust the older woman as she rubbed her bruised side. Her sisters had started taking to WHAPPING her with their wooden training swords as they attacked, telling Rune she could defend herself only if she detected them before they ambushed.
The last, most forceful WHAP had come courtesy of Helga, herself, who seemed all too happy to torment the junior Valkyrie.
The girl could see a reflection of her own growing doubt in the eyes of some of her sisters, now. She wasn't sure what would be worse: disappointing the wife of Odin, or the other Valkyries her gifts were supposed to help protect.
"I have to concentrate," she thought as she and Friia continued their rather idyllic progress through the bright foliage of the forest. Valhalla - and all of Asgard - was a lovely place.
Rune frowned, knowing her sisters must be near. Maybe it would help if they trained in a place where there might be an actual danger, she thought. It would be more realis...
Wait. Was that a sense she was getting? Danger just up the way, waiting for them around a slight bend of the path? Rune stopped her horse.
"Up there. Where the path bends. Behind the rocks of the hill," she pointed, then looked at Friia for confirmation.
Friia smiled at her. "Sorry, no. There is no immediate danger here."
Rune made a half-frustrated, half-disgusted noise. "By the gods, this is useless. I can't do it!" Her rant bordered on a childish tantrum.
As the girl continued to berate herself, the heavenly power laid a gentle hand on her arm.
"Do you have to think about glittering in the sun? Do you have to decide to be strong when you wield a blade? Does worrying about being fast to strike or quick to defend make you even a tiny bit faster? You need to think less and BE more. You are a being of light, Rune. It flows through you as yonder stream flows along its rocky bed."