09-23-2015, 11:02 PM
thorrun;
The stoic, orange eyed girl is never too far from the Valley. Her attempts to travel were met with resistance (from herself), mostly because she is so ineffectual at conversation. Her father was a warrior, her mother a warrioress - neither diplomats. Father spent so much precious time (so precious! He was gone so soon) trying to groom her for war. This day to day stuff? Nothing. And he was twice a king! What other secrets did he keep from her? She shoves this down, crossing the border once more, finding that she only traveled a few miles at most. The task seemed so laborious, but really she'd gone just a short distance before panic set in. What if - what if what if - the Heart Tree returned her family to her? What if Val came back and she missed her? The panic overtook her and she turned right back around.
It's just over the border she notices the horse from the kingdom that barged in, and a younger filly. They're standing an awkward distance from each other, looking just as out of place as Thorunn often felt. She sighs to herself, simultaneously happy to be home and crestfallen to find her family still detached. Mom and Dad still dead. Val still gone.
Thorunn still alone.
"Hello there," she calls, a flicker of a smile across her stoic face. It's just a flicker, a play at true affection or true friendliness. It's not that she was unkind, it's just that these social graces were complex things she didn't know how to navigate. She spent so much time emulating her father and his standoffish way she didn't quite understand how her personality fit into the world. And Val? God Val could talk to a rock. Thorunn had the personality of one.
"I'm Thorunn - Fennick, right?"
It's just over the border she notices the horse from the kingdom that barged in, and a younger filly. They're standing an awkward distance from each other, looking just as out of place as Thorunn often felt. She sighs to herself, simultaneously happy to be home and crestfallen to find her family still detached. Mom and Dad still dead. Val still gone.
Thorunn still alone.
"Hello there," she calls, a flicker of a smile across her stoic face. It's just a flicker, a play at true affection or true friendliness. It's not that she was unkind, it's just that these social graces were complex things she didn't know how to navigate. She spent so much time emulating her father and his standoffish way she didn't quite understand how her personality fit into the world. And Val? God Val could talk to a rock. Thorunn had the personality of one.
"I'm Thorunn - Fennick, right?"