07-06-2015, 11:26 PM
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| Skegg\uc0\u491 ld, Sk\'e1lm\u491 ld, Skildir ro Klofnir |
| Maybe if Thorunn had spent more time away from father she'd have made friends like Val did. The truth is that neither of their parents were particularly social creatures. The fact they met each other was strange enough, two wandering ships that happened to make port in the same city. Covet, always tied to duty, was rarely one to seek council from another. And Librette? She often spoke without thinking, realizing too late she'd said something she couldn't take back. Val, it seemed, took on the recessive trait of friendship. Thorunn, it seemed, took on the dominant trait of preferring to be alone. But alone was a relative term, wasn't it? Val was as much a part of Thorunn as her own skin. She knew that Val went elsewhere after father's death, she could feel her retreating. She's not sure how, or where, the sensation arose. Her soul? Her heart? Her brain? Some other celestial aspect of herself? In any case she knew Val was gone. And then, suddenly, she wasn't. Her neck was wrapped around Thorunn, her tear filled voice ringing in her ears. She is stiff for a moment, for the beginning, remembering to be the strong one. She's always the strong one, isn't she? But there's something so familiar about her sister that she doesn't have to pretend and she lets the tears come then. They're hot and slow rolling down her face, clouding her orange eyes. "Oh Val," she sighs into her sister's mane. "Oh Val, what do we do?" |
| Thorunn |
| immortal, mind-reading immune daughter of Covet and Librette |