05-19-2015, 12:24 PM
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| Skeggǫld, Skálmǫld, Skildir ro Klofnir |
| The Valley, she's learned, is her home. Covet and Librette, she's learned, are her parents. Val and Nayl, she's learned, are her sisters. Though Val is a different sister, the other side of her coin. Where Val is ready to touch noses and say hello, Thorunn hangs back. It's not fear, perse, it's calculation. She always must be sure of what is to come, she must always be aware of what she's getting herself into. There's something unnatural about Val's friendly demeanor, but Thorunn loves it anyway. Or, at least, she thinks she does. The Valley is large and vaguely terrifying for a child, but it never occurred to Thorunn to be afraid. Her parents are of the Valley the same way she is, at least she thinks so. She knows very little of father's past but knows he is very old. Mother...her love for the Valley is written on her face. It's on the great tree that gave her life. It's everywhere, and it leaves Thorunn with an odd sense of entitlement. Don't you know I am born of this land? She seems to say with each step. So she stands, a child of not even a year, alone on the crest of a hill of the Valley. |
| Thorunn |
| immortal, mind-reading immune daughter of Covet and Librette |