Recent content by Byanka Valkas

There was a bounce in Byanka's step, attributed to the beautiful scenery and the lovely women she was spending her afternoon with. She had plenty of pretty flowers in her basket and in her hair (she wasn't exactly sure how those had gotten there but she liked them anyway). She nodded after...

Byanka could not help smiling as Arbok's brief burst of confidence dwindled. "You don't have to get one from them if you don't want to. Maybe Saskia has some extras she can give you," She could definitely understand how Arbok felt, the high number of shirtless men in their vicinity was liable...

Byanka raised an eyebrow at Julian as he walked away, a rare look for her. "Julian has one that he seems to have forgotten he won because he still does not have a shirt on. So if you'd like one, I'm sure he'd give you his." She paused, taking a moment to look around the Knoll. "Now I think...

Byanka could not help but laugh into her lemonade when Julian claimed to be perfect. He certainly was on the outside, but Byanka knew better than most no one was ever as perfect on the inside as they were on the outside. Julian just did a lovely job of hiding it. The lemonade was rather good...

Byanka smiled at Arbok's little story. "I'd believe that, too, if I hadn't had brushes with death because of my long hair." She replied. Her hair got in the way, even when she braided it. "Is that why you're growing out your hair?" Byanka asked. She had certainly not been expecting to discuss...

Byanka was glad Arbok moved away from the deeper questions. She could answer the surface level ones. "To my chin, I think. Long enough I could still tie it back if I need to but short enough that it stays out of my way for the most part." Without entirely meaning to, she turned to glance at...

Byanka's hand stilled on her glass. A simple discussion of hair styles had turned into a deeper and more depressing topic of conversation. She would be lying if she said there wasn't specific people she wanted to notice, but she did want people in general to maybe see her more than they did...

Byanka thought a moment before responding to Arbok. She knew practicality wasn't the only reason she wanted to cut her hair. "I guess... it's a big change, and I hope... people might notice me more," her voice got smaller towards the end of her sentence, but she was at least being honest. She...

Byanka turned back around when Julian reappeared with Arbok's lemonade. She could tell he was teasing by the glint in his eyes but there was something behind that trademark glint and she focused her attention on her lemonade, not letting herself look too long lest she find something she liked...

Julian nodded at Arbok with a smile and left to get her glass of lemonade. Byanka looked back at Arbok and her gaze softened. "I promise, you have thanked me more than properly," Byanka replied. "I didn't do it so that you could thank me every time you saw me," Byanka was quiet a moment...

Byanka shook her head at Arbok, but she was still smiling. "You don't have to keep thanking me," she replied. It had been some time now since she had saved Arbok, and even still the she-bear still gave Byanka a flustered thank you every time their paths crossed. She was about to say something...

Byanka could not help but laugh softly into her glass. She was struck with deja vu and could not pretend she was not glad for it. "I'd say the odds are pretty low," Byanka replied. "Who says they'll even have the same events next year?" "That's a good point," Julian conceded, drinking his own...

Byanka felt as if every single male in attendance was shirtless. Which was ironic, considering the sun had gone down and if they had competed, they received a nicely embroidered shirt as a participation award. Nearly all of them, Julian included, were carrying their shirts instead of wearing...

Do what you think is right. Well, that really narrowed it down. Byanka smiled at Faramund weakly before he began walking as well. When Monroe spoke up, Byanka glanced at her, smiling this time more genuinely. "Not at all," she replied. She thought she might take a sit as well. Monroe wasn't...

Having collected all the loveliest flowers in the field, the women shifted their focus to medicinal plants, specifically for Syr Josai. Byanka was quiet as she followed beside Saskia, Amelia, Sitra, Skuld, and her daughter Friga. The others talked enough for her, and she was content to just...