09-19-2016, 04:30 AM
you won’t see me fall apart
Thorunn moves like a distant ghost through the edges of Tephra, playing along its volcanic debris. She did not trade ice for heat - she traded the Valley for this. Even now the memory of it fades along the edges, like water was set to the bits of it. It fades from one indistinct nebula to the other. The tree - she'll never forget the tree.
The trees here sway to a different tune.
She is mostly alone in her wanderings. The Volcano is less than hospitable for the average horse. Thorunn is not average, not with that scar that plagues her face. If anything she is extraordinarily marked, fouled. She thinks this as she sees the stallion, looking as irritated as she feels. He trips, he curses, he spits, he eyes a mare and promptly ignores her. Thorunn does the same.
"Home sweet home," she says, almost cruely, glad for her face to no longer throb when she speaks.
The trees here sway to a different tune.
She is mostly alone in her wanderings. The Volcano is less than hospitable for the average horse. Thorunn is not average, not with that scar that plagues her face. If anything she is extraordinarily marked, fouled. She thinks this as she sees the stallion, looking as irritated as she feels. He trips, he curses, he spits, he eyes a mare and promptly ignores her. Thorunn does the same.
"Home sweet home," she says, almost cruely, glad for her face to no longer throb when she speaks.
THORUNN
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