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[19 Feb 2008|01:47am] |
Nienna has never been what you'd call a HappyFunValië. On Arda, she was the Lady of Tears; her concerns included grief and comfort, mourning and pity, suffering and endurance, those sorts of things. Which was convenient, really, since Brother #1 was the primary source of Arda's misery and Brother #2 made himself miserable fighting Brother #1.
When Brother #1 finally bit the dust and Arda ended, Nienna conked out completely due to empathic sensory overload. The death of the entire world will do that, what?
Fast forward. Now that Órë is firmly established and the Kindred(s) are back, Nienna has woken up--albeit with a few slight differences. For one thing, she's decided to chuck her trademarked grey hood in favor of a more diverse wardrobe (who knew black leather and the occasional dash of bling could be so sharp?). For another, she hasn't a single shred of pity left. Especially not for those she deems to be pitiless themselves. Which is mostly everyone, to some degree.
...Yeah. Your momma's Nienna, she ain't.
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