10-29-2016, 04:04 AM
you won’t see me fall apart
She wonders, momentarily, if her father experienced anything like this. Maybe in his youth, when he was young and supple and did things like train in the open. Thorunn didn't have much of a choice honestly - Tephra was home in a very obtuse way. She lived there but she wasn't sure if it was truly home. Nothing felt like home these days, not even her own skin - especially not her marred face.
Why wouldn't a stranger ask her for help? She stood there huffing and sweating in the autumn cool, her long forelock falling into her face much like her fathers did. She is his spitting image, except with the copper color of her mother. Two peas in a pod.
Why wouldn't a stranger ask? She is scarred - not from battle or war - but could easily have been. Still, she is unsure, she hesitates, pulls away, watches him with her unseemly orange eyes. "Train you? For what?" The corners of her lips move oddly from the scars that still sit uneasy on her face.
Why wouldn't a stranger ask her for help? She stood there huffing and sweating in the autumn cool, her long forelock falling into her face much like her fathers did. She is his spitting image, except with the copper color of her mother. Two peas in a pod.
Why wouldn't a stranger ask? She is scarred - not from battle or war - but could easily have been. Still, she is unsure, she hesitates, pulls away, watches him with her unseemly orange eyes. "Train you? For what?" The corners of her lips move oddly from the scars that still sit uneasy on her face.
THORUNN
COVET x LIBRETTE