08-28-2015, 11:08 AM
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| Skegg\uc0\u491 ld, Sk\'e1lm\u491 ld, Skildir ro Klofnir |
| What's a girl to do when her family scatters to the wind? Regroup, she supposes. With the current changes in the kingdom she at least has some direction - right? There are changes coming, surely? She's still so young and naive enough to believe that a new face with the same crown might bring about some change. She hasn't been jaded time and time again like the others have. With her father gone she has no one to consult on these matters. She wanders the Valley then, deep in thought, mulling over the conversations from the day before. That's when she feels the slightest change in the air, the littlest prick of dew, the smallest of changes - Eight. Covet taught her to always be aware of her surroundings. "Eight," she says to the air, knowing he is close. "What do you think?" |
| Thorunn |
| immortal, mind-reading immune daughter of Covet and Librette |