09-06-2016, 05:56 PM
thorrun;
If only she wasn't so young she might have understood the gleam in the mare's eye. She would have identified that endless pounding in her chest as a warning, not as a silly childish fear. Break through your barriers, break them! she echoes to herself. The edges of her smile tug, the inside of her chest feels smaller - yet she keeps that false, wavering smile on her face. Something was very...off about the mare. Her cadence, her smile, the way she eyed Thorunn.
It's all in your head.
It's all in your head.
"Violence," she echoes, unable to keep the snag from her voice. "That's a...well..." she trails off. "At least people can pronounce your name!" she adds suddenly, rushed. She is exposed. She is sweating. She can't quite...
It's all in your head.
It's all in your head.
"Violence," she echoes, unable to keep the snag from her voice. "That's a...well..." she trails off. "At least people can pronounce your name!" she adds suddenly, rushed. She is exposed. She is sweating. She can't quite...