07-06-2015, 11:19 PM
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| Skegg\uc0\u491 ld, Sk\'e1lm\u491 ld, Skildir ro Klofnir |
| Thorunn recognizes the distant look in the other girls eyes, but she mistakes it for a mirror of her own sorrow. Her distance is because of death, Thorunn reasons, when really it is life. Her own inception. She's entirely unaware that the other girl comes from a place so foreign to Beqanna (yet so familiar), because she seems no different than herself. Thorunn is always projecting herself onto others, assuming their motivations are much the same as her own. She's so wrong in this. Yet, so right. There's a connection between the two that neither have quite placed a finger on. "Oh," she says when the girl declines her help, watching her eyes sweep the land around them. Thorunn's own orange ones follow her path, taking in the desolate land. It's empty these days, just echoes of the two greats who've since... She swallows. But the girl keeps talking and she has a momentary distraction. "You do? I've never seen you before. I was born here." and then, "Yes, this is the Valley." It's strange, the girl claims to live here but is unsure of where -here- is. While she wishes to be stoic she is still a child, and still ever curious. "How long have you lived here? Why have I never seen you?" The words are tumbled, reeling from her mouth before she can stop them. |
| Thorunn |
| immortal, mind-reading immune daughter of Covet and Librette |