11-10-2015, 01:59 AM
thorrun;
She was beginning to understand the incredulous way the Valley members handled the last passing of the torch.
Thorunn was young then - and she was young now - but understood more. She saw the last leader make valiant claims and then fizzle into nothingness. She saw him build a wall that ultimately died. She saw the Valley limp along the same way they always did. It was disquieting for the young girl with her orange eyes and such hope and promise in her breasts. She just couldn't find the motivation or desire to help. She felt the weight of her responsibility bog her down. Father said she should rise to the occasion. Her mother and father both were powerful, singular creatures. And Thorunn? So far she'd managed to only utilize the Valley's resources and do little to bring any back.
Well, except the converting oxygen to carbon dioxide, though that's not something she was actively aware of.
She pledges nothing to a single leader, it's not her nature. Would father have voted? She's unsure. Instead, she tilts her head and looks toward the heart tree. It stood little more than a sapling, struggling for light and air. It was once so grand and so beautiful before the shift. Before mothers and father.
Before this all.
She makes the few steps to the tree then, pressing her nose against it. It's her show of solidarity with the kingdom. Her impassive lack of vote for a single creature, but instead for the entire kingdom. Her claim of the Valley.
Thorunn was young then - and she was young now - but understood more. She saw the last leader make valiant claims and then fizzle into nothingness. She saw him build a wall that ultimately died. She saw the Valley limp along the same way they always did. It was disquieting for the young girl with her orange eyes and such hope and promise in her breasts. She just couldn't find the motivation or desire to help. She felt the weight of her responsibility bog her down. Father said she should rise to the occasion. Her mother and father both were powerful, singular creatures. And Thorunn? So far she'd managed to only utilize the Valley's resources and do little to bring any back.
Well, except the converting oxygen to carbon dioxide, though that's not something she was actively aware of.
She pledges nothing to a single leader, it's not her nature. Would father have voted? She's unsure. Instead, she tilts her head and looks toward the heart tree. It stood little more than a sapling, struggling for light and air. It was once so grand and so beautiful before the shift. Before mothers and father.
Before this all.
She makes the few steps to the tree then, pressing her nose against it. It's her show of solidarity with the kingdom. Her impassive lack of vote for a single creature, but instead for the entire kingdom. Her claim of the Valley.