07-14-2015, 09:02 PM
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| Skegg\uc0\u491 ld, Sk\'e1lm\u491 ld, Skildir ro Klofnir |
| Thorunn, at least, has the sense to be afraid. But not enough sense to turn away from a stranger in her kingdom. She views it as her own, something she can claim and hold tight to. Her mother and father put too much work into it for her to just wander away from it and leave it to suffer. No, this is her kingdom as much as it was theirs, and she will stand in it and protect it. She runs through what her father told her, alert and on edge, the hair on her withers prickling ever so slightly. The whites of her eyes are apparent, her steps are high and on edge. She is trying (helplessly) to master some sense of calm as she approaches the duo. One, a rotting flesh monster, another - that strange girl who claims to be her half sister. Thorunn rejects the idea, she doesn't feel the same kinship with her she had with Nayl and her other siblings she'd met. Of course, after Val no one will come close. Still, Thorunn is forever cautious, and does not approach the two without her guard well up and ready. No matter how silly she looks. "I didn't catch your name," she says. It's in her nature to be combative, though usually in a less forward way. This, though? This was an exception to any and all rules she had. |
| Thorunn |
| immortal, mind-reading immune daughter of Covet and Librette |