06-10-2015, 09:18 PM
Thorunn can almost sense her sister before she appears, if that makes any sense. It's that strange twin bond people are always talking about, and with Thorunn and Val it's particularly tight. See, while the sisters are two sides of a coin, they are of the same coin. As Thorunn grows older she'll often wonder if they were once one creature, split down the middle, which accounted for their similarities and striking differences. The electricity that separates them is almost palpable and when her sisters strays too far she can feel it. She could almost tug on it if she so desired. She's well aware that Val is standing just out of sight, in a position where their father can't quite see her. She considers nudging her father to remind him to introduce them both - wasn't that the polite thing to do? Thorunn knows her father isn't very talkative and probably not that polite, either.
Covet turns his head in the direction of Val as she moseys up, an exact replica of her sister - except the eyes. Thorunn's orange eyes are entirely Covet and Val's brown eyes are entirely Librette. It's the only real difference between the two - physically. Though as they age their differences will shape them physically, for now they are carbon copies.
He doesn't recognize Azula, but then again Covet hasn't always lived in the Valley. He's lived in the Dale, the Tundra, herds, and the meadow. The Valley was both a recent move and an ancient one - he came searching for his daughter, Aranea, who hadn't been spotted for quite some time. Decades. Centuries, it seemed, to someone as old as Covet.
"Looks are deceiving," he says, referring to her comment about how barren it was. "But in any case, welcome back." That's all he has to say, because Covet is not really the talkative type. He is awkward, so much so that even Thorunn feels it.
"Where have you been, then? Lately, I mean." Thorunn asks, her curiosity making the words come out sharply and suddenly, as if from nowhere and everywhere at once.
Covet turns his head in the direction of Val as she moseys up, an exact replica of her sister - except the eyes. Thorunn's orange eyes are entirely Covet and Val's brown eyes are entirely Librette. It's the only real difference between the two - physically. Though as they age their differences will shape them physically, for now they are carbon copies.
He doesn't recognize Azula, but then again Covet hasn't always lived in the Valley. He's lived in the Dale, the Tundra, herds, and the meadow. The Valley was both a recent move and an ancient one - he came searching for his daughter, Aranea, who hadn't been spotted for quite some time. Decades. Centuries, it seemed, to someone as old as Covet.
"Looks are deceiving," he says, referring to her comment about how barren it was. "But in any case, welcome back." That's all he has to say, because Covet is not really the talkative type. He is awkward, so much so that even Thorunn feels it.
"Where have you been, then? Lately, I mean." Thorunn asks, her curiosity making the words come out sharply and suddenly, as if from nowhere and everywhere at once.