[hr][hr][center][h1][color=goldenrod]Valona “Norsa” Norsys[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr][color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside the burning storehouse - Gorlf Northern Territory
[color=goldenrod][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Kyra, glaring at everyone else[hr][b]Interaction Tags:[/b] [@Lady Amalthea][hr]
	Valona curled further into the tree as she heard the voice of Kyra, her latest "friend", calling out to her. They wouldn't hurt her? Why wouldn't they hurt her? She had just set the place on fire and had lost the only means of proper shelter from nearby for them all. No reason at all to hurt her, no no no... Grumbling to herself, Valona lifted her fingers and shoved them in her ears as she began to mumble away to herself in an attempt to block out all the noise outside. It was working right until something hit the bottom of the tree that she was inside of. Removing her fingers, Valona peered down and spotted the half-orc that she had attempted to blast to kingdom come. 

	Well seen that he had missed the blast radius and was miraculously unsinged. Go figure. He didn't appear to be moving very much though so maybe she'd managed to at least knock his thick skull against a wall or something. It was in this moment that the voices struck again. 

	[color=goldenrod][i]You know you wanna do it... Go on, just do it...[/i][/color]

	[color=skyblue][i]Yesyesyesyesyesyesyeeeeeeessss! Drop it, do it, want it, DO IT. DropdropdropdropDROP![/i][/color]

	[color=goldenrod][i]Why you not fucking doing it? Do I gotta come out there and fucking make you?![/i][/color]

	[color=skyblue][i]Awwwww, no funs? I want the funs, why no funs Valona? I'll make 'im laughs. Promise![/i][/color]

	[color=goldenrod][i]Shut your fucking scaly little hole, frog legs. That bastard deserves pain! [b]Not[/b] laughs![/i][/color]

	[color=skyblue][i]Youse'm is lucky thats you not in own body, Norsass. Else youse'm be bittededs, yes siree.[/i][/color]

	The bickering devolved from there and caused Valona to cover her ears hard underneath her palms to try to block it out but it didn't work. This was the curse of being alone with her thoughts and drowning out the world. She had to choose the lesser of two evils before it drove her insane. Unhappily, Valona began to clamber her way out of her hidey hole and made her way back down the side of the tree. As she walked past the immobile body of Malkus, she kicked some mud up at him and then quickly scampered off out of his reach. 

	Finding Kyra, Valona sulked up to her and kept the scowl on her face as she spoke in a flat monotone. [color=goldenrod]"Fine. I'm here."[/color] She folded her arms across her chest and puffed it out at the same time, holding her head higher than her previous sulk and eyeing everyone up as if they were on trial. Honestly she probably looked utterly demented and like a pond creature but she didn't feel it and that is what mattered. In Valona's mind, she was a fucking queen who was in a bad situation and that was that.[hr]