06-30-2015, 03:59 PM
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| Skegg\uc0\u491 ld, Sk\'e1lm\u491 ld, Skildir ro Klofnir |
| Thorunn wears her grief like a cloak, covering her and hiding her from the world. She sweats under it, the droplets of repressed emotion threatening to soak her entirely. At first she openly sobbed into her father, but he wasn't far behind mother. She loved Librette, but she adored her father. She wanted nothing more in this life than to be just like him. To be loved by him. To be his shadow, his image, despite looking so much like her mother. When he was gone, all she had was Val. But Val was less and less in the Valley and more and more in the Amazons, with Natyl (her half sister, their half-sister). And Thorunn? Alone in the Valley, with its echoes that haunt her with the memory of her parents. She is simultaneously comforted and horrified by it. One minute she can almost smell her father, the next she is reminded that he is gone. Her emotions run wild through time and space until, at last, she is set to wandering the Valley in randomness. That's when she finds the celestial girl, perched innocently, looking more like a dove than a raptor. Thorunn approaches with her usual sense of distrust, fully aware of the dangers in the world. Val may never have seen them but the death of their parents made it too obvious to her. This stranger could mean so much. "Can I help you?" she asks, her voice cracked from sorrow. |
| Thorunn |
| immortal, mind-reading immune daughter of Covet and Librette |