hey sister
02-17-2017, 02:12 AM
| It's hard to tell what's going through the mind of the winterborn, even for the boy himself. The pale child has stepped away from his family on this day, making his way to explore the world around. Though he did not leave the boundaries of Lirim territory, he was... away. Away and wandering, high stepping over the rolling lands. Strong. Always strong. Forever strong. He is strong as he shambles across the Dancefloor of the Gods. It left him with questions. Where were the gods? Had they forsaken this place? Had they left it, as he may one day as well? Were they somewhere far off and cold as stones? Had they died? Were they, fair mortals, all that remained? Torin steps easily across the ground, large paws leading him across the spongy spring ground. Head high, pale, shining in the light of the early afternoon. It hangs around the winterborn, warming him in ways he's not sure he recalls before. Heat is strange. He's not accustomed to it. Torin feels bizarre. Always bizarre. He is not quite empty, but adventure is working on filling him in the same way. Where were his siblings anyway? TORiN bet you'd be disappointed |