09-06-2016, 02:01 PM
thorrun;
Thorunn has put on her brave face for weeks now. The shifting of the lands upset her, threw her off her balance, tore down that delicate facade she put up. It was a mask of her father, just throwing his dead carcass over her own childish body and hoping it stuck. Some of it did, she had his orange eyes and his stocky frame. She had his short temper, his brutish strength, and his lack of way with words...but the rest? Did she really have his empty gaze? Could she do the things he did without any remorse? Could she...could she truly be him?
I guess the shifts are a way to sink or swim.
So she decides to swim. She finds others from the Valley...though part of her wants to branch out, to find her own right. Get out from under his shadow. She figures the best place to do this is...well, the open lands. Find others like her. Find anything, really, to help her decide what she wants. She'll try to shed her fathers cold ways and find some sort of friendship. Friendship would never hurt.
"Hello!" she says, her voice artificially cheery. She doesn't know how to do this. It's foreign, this lilt, these words heavy on her tongue. She swallows. "I'm Thorunn, who are you?"
I guess the shifts are a way to sink or swim.
So she decides to swim. She finds others from the Valley...though part of her wants to branch out, to find her own right. Get out from under his shadow. She figures the best place to do this is...well, the open lands. Find others like her. Find anything, really, to help her decide what she wants. She'll try to shed her fathers cold ways and find some sort of friendship. Friendship would never hurt.
"Hello!" she says, her voice artificially cheery. She doesn't know how to do this. It's foreign, this lilt, these words heavy on her tongue. She swallows. "I'm Thorunn, who are you?"