05-29-2015, 12:17 AM
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| Skeggǫld, Skálmǫld, Skildir ro Klofnir |
| Thorunn is naturally wary, but not in the way of someone who has reason to be. She's born with an edge of cynicism, perhaps due to her...unfortunate...birthing situation. The first of twins she landed with an unnatural thud, only to heal instantly and stand. Maybe it was that quick brush with death, maybe it was the lack of oxygen to her brain for that split second, maybe it was that before she was truly of this world, she was of that world. Whatever the case, Thorunn is a naturally stoic child. She regards her new friend the way she does everything else in the world - with a detached interest, careful not to get too close, careful not to reveal too much. She'd rather listen than speak. She'd rather be off to the side of the crowd, observing. It's not malicious, she's too young to be truly mean, but it doesn't come from an everlasting sense of helpfulness either. He speaks and she is silent for half a beat, her orange eyes watching him carefully. "Thorunn," she says, after that brief pause, offering a forced, awkward smile. "It's nice to meet you." |
| Thorunn |
| immortal, mind-reading immune daughter of Covet and Librette |