09-02-2016, 02:00 PM
thorrun;
In the moment of devastation Thorunn doesn't know what to do. She doesn't feel her abilities slip from her as others might have, she has no idea that her fleeting immortality or her ability to block mind reading (did she even know it was there to start?) was all gone. She knows one thing - the land has shifted.
The earth tilted, or tossed, or whatever.
What was up was now down, and the tree - the tree that symbolized her mother, her father, her entire past was gone.
Val was gone, too, and had been for a long time.
She was, again, helplessly alone.
She picks up these shards of herself and climbs from her hole of sorrow, down the side of the mountain, deep into the common area of Beqanna. It's the same but also shifted, changed - not as it once was. She can feel the weight of the air, feel the sores on her hooves - she feels it all. And those feelings multiply when she sees the one creature she recognizes - Eight.
"What happened?" she asks him, clearly unaware of the moment he's having with the pregnant mare, and clearly not caring.
The earth tilted, or tossed, or whatever.
What was up was now down, and the tree - the tree that symbolized her mother, her father, her entire past was gone.
Val was gone, too, and had been for a long time.
She was, again, helplessly alone.
She picks up these shards of herself and climbs from her hole of sorrow, down the side of the mountain, deep into the common area of Beqanna. It's the same but also shifted, changed - not as it once was. She can feel the weight of the air, feel the sores on her hooves - she feels it all. And those feelings multiply when she sees the one creature she recognizes - Eight.
"What happened?" she asks him, clearly unaware of the moment he's having with the pregnant mare, and clearly not caring.