trying to move on, didn't even work
ft anyone
08-21-2019, 03:41 PM
[ooc; due to the nature of dutch's mind i'd prefer if nobody came in that would assault her mentally. she is liable to snap and go down a dark path when i prefer she get out of her funk. thank you!] she should try to craft again. it was the only thing that made her... acceptable in the eyes of others. her 'skills'... both desired and easily cast aside. the Hjarrandi seemed to have taken everything stable to her. her trust, her peace of mind. nothing was right after her short captivity. though she had been treated better than some of the slaves, Dutch didn't think it was any less serious. once a bandmate, a friend, and then bound and gagged like some common prisoner. her children seconds away from being born in a ditch of all things. called a whore - an item - by Valkyrie, who Dutch had considered a friend. maybe she'd never craft again. there was no joy in it. Thoren was traded for her mistake, where Valkyrie probably thought she'd earn another crafter. but her brother was no crafter. he would be useless to the Viking bitch and he'd probably be sold because he was useless. then there was no telling where he'd end up, or with who. at least she knew he was with the Hjarrandi. for now. staring at her paws outside her makeshift den, the dwarf would keep shooting looks at her three children behind her. they were all curled inside the soft nest she made for them. she could see Godbrand's erratic coat, Gimli's longer fur around his neck and Beryl's piebaldism. so much like her father's. the rest took after her more northern heritage. she didn't know whether her children would be accepted by their family or not, but they deserved the chance. lowering her head, she'd stare into nothing in front of her. |
dutch speaks with a thick scandinavian accent.