How's About Some Skadi And Irene, I'd Love To See Them Interacting

How's about some Skadi and Irene, I'd love to see them interacting

Someone is singing.

Irene slowly wakes to this realization, but allows her eyes to fall closed again as she listens.

Clarion, somber, and otherworldly, it lilts through the air.

She remembers doing something like this a very, very long time ago; reading her scriptures by candlelight, laying her head along the open pages, about to drift off, and then hearing her father come into the room. She would pretend to be asleep as he picked her up and carried her to bed and tucked her in.

Just as she is wondering why she's in bed and why she feels so comfortably lethargic, the singing stops. Someone has come in.

"Don't stop on my account! Just wanted to check up on the brave little birdie...Huh...? Oh, alright, I'll keep it down." In a whisper, Laurentina adds, "She's recovering well though?"

"Yes. She woke up a little while ago and is pretending to be asleep."

Mortified, Irene winces and draws the covers up over her head as Laurentina begins to laugh.

"S-Skadi...! If you knew, then-why not say so!?" Irene bemoans from under the covers.

"Because it was cute."

Skadi's reply makes her dearly, incredibly thankful that she can't see the scarlet flush rising in her cheeks. She starts to curl her legs towards herself, but a hand catches her ankles through the sheets and holds her.

"You're not supposed to move around too much." Skadi squeezes her ankles like she's less a human woman and more like a trout she just snatched out of water. "You got hurt during the skirmish."

"You were very brave. I wanted to ask what you'd like from the cafeteria? You too, Orca."

Irene slowly peeks out of the blanket until just the top of her face is visible.

"...Something sweet. Please?"

"You know what I like, Shark."

Laurentina sighs and opens the door, twirling her skirt as she turns to leave.

"Honestly, why do I even ask...? Very well. But no complaints now. Rest well, birdie!"

Laurentina leaves them and after a moment, Irene relaxes into the sheets again.

"...You know," She entreats shyly, "you...don't have to stop singing. If you don't want to, that is."

Skadi's expression is still as undisturbed water, before a ripple of a smile teases the corners of her mouth.

Irene is stunned. It is a mysterious, lovely thing to behold.

"...You liked it?"

"...Very much."

"Alright. I'll sing for you."

It's longer than any ship we have on water by, like, 100-ish meters at the minimum, and if my other extremely shallow google search is right, it's almost 3 times as wide. If this screen is actually telling us the speed of the landship.

Something probably heavier than any ship we have in real life can haul ass on land and keep pace with cars on a highway. This massive bastard with tracks can consistently move faster than any IRL tracked vehicle that we have today, definitely faster than any tank (I know about the Abrams' shenanigans without its engine governor, but I doubt it can hold it for long, definitely can't do that with the distances Rhodes travels, the governor's there for a reason).

This skin is honestly sooo good, and all artwork of it is always wonderful

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06/28 HappyBirthday🎉