07-13-2016, 03:49 PM
thorrun;
It is only after a great deal of introspection that the copper colored girl returns.
She knew, deep in her bones, that she would return to the Valley. There was great comfort in the fire of the Valley - the way the air settled over her skin and toyed with her mane. Her father was here, her mother was here - in spirit, really. They were both dead. Her twin? She hadn't the faintest idea, but she can't feel her like she once did. She is not here.
Yet, Thorunn returns to this place.
She haunts the borders for days before crossing in, exhaling happily when it accepts her into its borders without fight. She remembers the days before the entities, but they are blurry with childhood. She knows she should just stride in, feeling in her heart she belongs - but she hesitates. How much of her is truly her, and how much is another? Her father?
Just as she crosses a call rings out for a meeting, and she goes. It's duty, really, she is unsure what she has to offer (if anything) to a kingdom older than herself. She picks her way over the nooks and crannies until she is before the queen - who else would it be?
"I am Thorunn," she tells the stranger, her orange eyes blinking absently at the mare. "I would like to join the war caste, if possible."
She knew, deep in her bones, that she would return to the Valley. There was great comfort in the fire of the Valley - the way the air settled over her skin and toyed with her mane. Her father was here, her mother was here - in spirit, really. They were both dead. Her twin? She hadn't the faintest idea, but she can't feel her like she once did. She is not here.
Yet, Thorunn returns to this place.
She haunts the borders for days before crossing in, exhaling happily when it accepts her into its borders without fight. She remembers the days before the entities, but they are blurry with childhood. She knows she should just stride in, feeling in her heart she belongs - but she hesitates. How much of her is truly her, and how much is another? Her father?
Just as she crosses a call rings out for a meeting, and she goes. It's duty, really, she is unsure what she has to offer (if anything) to a kingdom older than herself. She picks her way over the nooks and crannies until she is before the queen - who else would it be?
"I am Thorunn," she tells the stranger, her orange eyes blinking absently at the mare. "I would like to join the war caste, if possible."