10-20-2015, 06:40 PM
thorrun;
Thorunn has - gratefully - had enough time to come to her senses before another approaches her. She's unaware of the true intention behind the flame wall - she never got close enough to heart. There was no real justification she would accept, she's come to realize. Whoever put it up did so with the intention to create a divide, to call the Valley something it might not truly be. That's the problem with new leaders, she's come to understand, they paint promises for election and often veer down an entirely different path. She's young, but she's learning. Father only taught her how to fight - all this reasoning and diplomacy she'd hit the ground running.
She's in a far better state when the other approaches her, and she has to squint to remember who he is. He's vaguely familiar in the way most horses are that you've met at least once before, but she can't quite place him. He says her name and she's embarrassed she cannot remember his. It's only after a labored, awkward silence that she says, "Uh, yeah," her voice leaving its normal deadpan. She tries so hard to mimic her stoic father but she's forgetting the nuances at an alarming rate. Would he ever say "uh"? Had she ever heard him say it? Panic rises in her chest - she can't forget him.
"You were with that filly," she says after a sudden realization. Stupid girl.
It's then she notices the faint smell of burnt hair that sent her into a panic only a few days before and sees the singed bits of hair along his side. "Is that from the wall? Does it truly burn?" As always she's unable to hide her curiosity.
She's in a far better state when the other approaches her, and she has to squint to remember who he is. He's vaguely familiar in the way most horses are that you've met at least once before, but she can't quite place him. He says her name and she's embarrassed she cannot remember his. It's only after a labored, awkward silence that she says, "Uh, yeah," her voice leaving its normal deadpan. She tries so hard to mimic her stoic father but she's forgetting the nuances at an alarming rate. Would he ever say "uh"? Had she ever heard him say it? Panic rises in her chest - she can't forget him.
"You were with that filly," she says after a sudden realization. Stupid girl.
It's then she notices the faint smell of burnt hair that sent her into a panic only a few days before and sees the singed bits of hair along his side. "Is that from the wall? Does it truly burn?" As always she's unable to hide her curiosity.