You see her standing at the same corner every day. She’s almost like a statue. She wears beautiful blue plate armor. Her blonde hair rests around her shoulders like a golden mane. Her four wings spread wide as if absorbing power directly from the sun itself. Her posture speaks of honor and righteousness. Yet day after day, week after week, she doesn’t move from that one spot, eternally guarding it.

One day, while you’re absently checking your phone, you hear the distinct sound of armor rustling. You glance up to see the Valkyrie approaching you. Her face an indistinct mask.

When you make eye contact, she merely nods as you. Well-met, human. Is it the light, or is she blushing?