07-14-2015, 08:54 PM
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| Skegg\uc0\u491 ld, Sk\'e1lm\u491 ld, Skildir ro Klofnir |
| The other girl speaks in riddles and Thorunn can feel her patience run thin. She is not one to take her time discussing the flowers or speaking pretty things - there are other things to do. There is no time to waste, this life is short. She's unaware (or at least, doesn't understand) her immortality quite yet. The death of her parents is still very fresh and reminds her time and time again that it's only a matter of time until she joins them. All she has is Val and the Valley, and the former is too independent to be tethered to her. She tilts her head and pauses just long enough for the mare to continue, before snorting indignantly. "I'm looking for no one, just who is here. And I am sure you've never been here, at least not forever. I was born here. My mother and father," the slight catch of her voice may betray her, does betray her, "they held high ranks here. Can you say the same?" |
| Thorunn |
| immortal, mind-reading immune daughter of Covet and Librette |