08-29-2015, 06:26 PM
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| Skegg\uc0\u491 ld, Sk\'e1lm\u491 ld, Skildir ro Klofnir |
| What does she think? She'd spent the better part of her childhood as a mirror of her father. She picked apart his mannerism, his quiet ways, his decisions. She tried to be the pentultimate portrayal of him. What she failed to realize is that Covet became that way from decades upon decades (centuries!) of hardship and trial and error. She wouldn't have recognized her father as a young man, a new king, even a king a second time over. She wouldn't recognize the friendships he forged or the love he had for others that were not her mother. What DID she think? The question catches her off guard and turns her silent and mulling, thinking. Why did she feel such an ease with Eight? Their paths were rarely crossed, and tracing his lineage would only find old friendships made not of blood. His father and her great grand mother were dear friends - until he raped her. Thorunn knows nothing of this, and it doesn't explain the easy air between them. "I don't know," she says at long last, the emotions playing across her face. No one needs mind reading to see them. "I suppose it's about time I make my own decisions," she admits. |
| Thorunn |
| immortal, mind-reading immune daughter of Covet and Librette |