06-17-2015, 08:53 PM
Thorunn is more like her father - reserved. She watches her sister with careful consideration, noting the ways they are similar and the ways they are different. Natyl doesn't hesitate to speak, whereas Thorunn has trouble finding her tongue. Natyl stands erect, confident - Thorunn is slinky, low to the ground, coiled. They are similar though, they both have that desire for more. Thorunn drinks in her sisters words about the Jungle (the Amazons) with rapt attention. She shares her father's deadpan expression, though, something that makes her appear distant and bored. "The women rule..." Thorunn echoes, betraying the look on her face.
And it will be mine.
Thorunn considers these words for a moment, mulling them over. Does she mean to own it? How does one own a land? Or does she mean to rule it? Ah, yes, she clears it up - she will rule the Amazons. And she looks to Thorunn, her orange eyes locking with her - Thorunn will rule too. Somewhere. Anywhere. The Valley? Thorunn doesn't know what it entails, but Mother did it. Father did it, though of a different kingdom. Does she not have it in her blood?
"Okay," the words are out of her mouth before she's truly considered them. Horrified, she clamps her mouth shut. She wants that same courage that Natyl has. She wants to be as sure of her future as she is. She wants so much, but mostly, she wants her fathers admiration.
Covet turns his attention from Myrina long enough to consider them both, almost laughing in the process. Chests puffed, eyes ablaze. They remind him of himself as a colt. Did he not have a similar conversation with Colt all those years ago? "I will rule the Dale for you." Hah! He did something with the Dale, all right, but not for anyone other than himself.
"It appears we have secured an early retirement," he jokes. Then, thinking better of it, he offers something more encouraging. C'mon Covet, dig deep into your need for a father figure. Pretend to be one. What would you have liked to hear? "Gods help anyone who stands in your way."
And it will be mine.
Thorunn considers these words for a moment, mulling them over. Does she mean to own it? How does one own a land? Or does she mean to rule it? Ah, yes, she clears it up - she will rule the Amazons. And she looks to Thorunn, her orange eyes locking with her - Thorunn will rule too. Somewhere. Anywhere. The Valley? Thorunn doesn't know what it entails, but Mother did it. Father did it, though of a different kingdom. Does she not have it in her blood?
"Okay," the words are out of her mouth before she's truly considered them. Horrified, she clamps her mouth shut. She wants that same courage that Natyl has. She wants to be as sure of her future as she is. She wants so much, but mostly, she wants her fathers admiration.
Covet turns his attention from Myrina long enough to consider them both, almost laughing in the process. Chests puffed, eyes ablaze. They remind him of himself as a colt. Did he not have a similar conversation with Colt all those years ago? "I will rule the Dale for you." Hah! He did something with the Dale, all right, but not for anyone other than himself.
"It appears we have secured an early retirement," he jokes. Then, thinking better of it, he offers something more encouraging. C'mon Covet, dig deep into your need for a father figure. Pretend to be one. What would you have liked to hear? "Gods help anyone who stands in your way."