Valkyrie A

The second member of my bridal party has accepted my invitation! It seems like I can't totally stop myself from talking details to people. At least with this one, I know she grew up by me and a trip wouldn't be crazy arduous.

Meet BMaid A!

In a way it's fitting that A heard from me second, as I've known her the second longest of my future party (after M). We actually grew up about a mile apart in the same town, but didn't meet until junior high because we went to different schools. One day, when I was still in Catholic School (we shared buses with the public Junior High), I was sitting in my uniform reading a book. Specifically it was Gingerbread by Rachel Cohn. We both still remember the distinctive cover. 

This girl about my age with long brown hair sat down across the aisle from me and asked what I was reading. We started talking. I started saving the seat across from me on the bus (we got on before them). We hung out outside of the bus. I think she was my first friend who went to public school. Gah, that sounds snootier than I meant it to be.

Anyway, that was 16 years ago and now she'll be standing by me as one of my Valkyries. I've decided that's what I'm calling all of them. The Valkyries were female figures in Norse mythology. They would choose the warriors on the battlefield who would live and the ones who would die. Another word for these women was óskmey, which translates roughly to "wish maid." How cool is that?

I swear A doesn't age. Look at this photo from when she was four years younger in the above picture.

Now here's me from the same time period.

I'm just saying.

In a Four-Temperament Ensemble, she'd probably be Melancholic.