09-12-2016, 04:05 PM
you won’t see me fall apart
Before (is that what it is now? A before / after the maiming?) Thorunn wouldn't have hesitated to approach. She is stoic like her father, but curious like her mother. She cannot help but follow the scents and smells across Beqanna and find where they originate. Where they end. After getting over the shock of the Valley (and all of Beqanna, really - but she never went anywhere else) disappearing Thorunn took to wandering. She saw the volcano, she watched the mist rise and fall. She felt it choke her like a caustic thunder when she went too far.
It was hard not to be curious when you're young.
Even now, hardened by her incident, she is curious about this mare. Her ears don't flick toward her, and her voice is...strange. Off. Thorunn is not witty like her father (yet) she wouldn't pick up on the mare's deaf tones until much too late - if she did at all. Father tried to impress upon her the need to study your surroundings, to take stock. To know - always know. She is unknowningly failing at this now.
"Thorunn," she introduces, giving a brief nod. At least this mare lacks a horn. At least this mare lacks that sense of foreboding that shook Thorunn to her core. Her instincts didn't tell her to flee - so she stayed.
It was hard not to be curious when you're young.
Even now, hardened by her incident, she is curious about this mare. Her ears don't flick toward her, and her voice is...strange. Off. Thorunn is not witty like her father (yet) she wouldn't pick up on the mare's deaf tones until much too late - if she did at all. Father tried to impress upon her the need to study your surroundings, to take stock. To know - always know. She is unknowningly failing at this now.
"Thorunn," she introduces, giving a brief nod. At least this mare lacks a horn. At least this mare lacks that sense of foreboding that shook Thorunn to her core. Her instincts didn't tell her to flee - so she stayed.
THORUNN
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