08-25-2015, 10:38 PM
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| Skegg\uc0\u491 ld, Sk\'e1lm\u491 ld, Skildir ro Klofnir |
| The only Valley Thorunn knew was the Valley that involved her father and mother. They were both dead, and with their death, the Valley died. She felt the shift the minute they left this earth and went elsewhere. Which elsewhere Thorunn didn't know. She didn't dare cross to the Afterlife to seek them out, though the thought entered her mind time and time again. Could she brave those waters? Surely not. And a kingdom meeting is called. And a horse is speaking. Unlike the others Thorunn hasn't noticed this song and dance. She's never heard these words before, she's not so disillusioned as the rest. She sees only endless possibility, a new thread of life. Couldn't it be true? Wouldn't it be true? She feels a flicker of hope in her soul, something to throw herself into. Then the dissension comes, and she's easily swayed with each word. Does this happen often, she wonders? She elects, then, to stay quiet and judge the turn of events as they happen. That's what her father would have done...right? |
| Thorunn |
| immortal, mind-reading immune daughter of Covet and Librette |