09-07-2016, 05:16 PM
thorrun;
Thorunn misses the approach of the other mare, mostly because the pain throbbing on her face is taking up all her senses. It's healed under that scab, she doesn't know how, but it did. Something is awry, something is amiss...but she can't place her finger on it. She managed to the Mountain, woke up partially healed, and once she left? Pain, searing. But it was still healed, just fresh and cracking and sick.
Her head throbs as she peers at the mare through a bloodshot eye. It hurts to move her mouth too much, the edges of the scab prickle as she starts to form words. She'll speak slowly, she decides, and only as needed. Small words between gaping silences. She's become her father inadvertently.
"Thorunn," she manages, though it's slurred as she tries not to move her lips too much. This elicits a wince from her, and a half smile from her non-injured side. The entire right side of her face is a scab, moving from just inside of her left eye, down along the bridge of her nose, ending along her upper right lip. She nods to the mare, following her - laboriously slow - to the salt sea. "Thank you," she manages.
Her head throbs as she peers at the mare through a bloodshot eye. It hurts to move her mouth too much, the edges of the scab prickle as she starts to form words. She'll speak slowly, she decides, and only as needed. Small words between gaping silences. She's become her father inadvertently.
"Thorunn," she manages, though it's slurred as she tries not to move her lips too much. This elicits a wince from her, and a half smile from her non-injured side. The entire right side of her face is a scab, moving from just inside of her left eye, down along the bridge of her nose, ending along her upper right lip. She nods to the mare, following her - laboriously slow - to the salt sea. "Thank you," she manages.