[hr][hr] [center][color=00a651][h1]Lochila Laufeysdottir[/h1][/color] [img]http://cdn.playbuzz.com/cdn/6c4447b3-e713-4f86-8d00-9b9468c14e65/649e760a-81d4-457e-b38e-cae14bafb759.gif[/img][/center] [hr][hr] After having to look at the photo on her desk, memories of their eighteen years together came to her like a flash... -------- [i]A little girl, around the age of 6, runs down the street. She wears a huge grin, and her short blonde hair bounces behind her. It was the first day of school, and she was so excited to go. The morning sun had just barely started peaking over the roofs of the city buildings, and the streets were already busy. "Torunn!" A dark haired woman shouts from behind her. Torunn giggles and stops just long enough to turn and see the woman walking after her, before taking off running again. "Torunn slow down!" "Mommy, come on!" The girl shouts back, waving her forward. "We're going to miss the bus." The girls mother shook her head and chuckled. "No, we won't. We're early." She replied as she caught up with her daughter. Torunn started to turn and run again, but her mother grabbed her hand and held fast. "We won't be late." She reassured. As they neared the bus stop, Torunn started hopping in excitement. "Look mom, the bus. It's the bus!" She started trying to run to the bus. Her mother stopped her and turned the girl to face her. Kneeling down to her level, she smiled and planted a kiss to her forehead. "Have fun, and be good." She said before kissing her cheek this time. "I love you." "Love you too mommy." Torunn said quickly before she ran to the bus and stood in line to get on. She looked at her mom and smiled, waving, before an got on, and headed to school. [center]***[/center] "Mom, can I start wearing makeup?" Torunn stared in the mirror and scrunched her face up. She would look so much better with it. At least she thought she would. "Mom?" "What makes you think you need makeup?" Lochilla asked as she came to the bathroom door and leaned against its frame. "Mom, I'm ugly. I need makeup. Besides, I'm 10 years old now." Torunn said matter of factly. Lochilla smiled and shook her head. She walked into the bathroom and got on her knees, looking in the mirror next to Torunn. "You know what I see?" She asked as she looked at Torunn in the mirror. Lochilla grabbed the girls shoulder length hair and let it slip through her hand slowly. "I see a beautiful young lady, that doesn't need makeup. I see a young lady that is more beautiful without it." Torunn scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You're just saying that because you're my mom." She said with a smile she was trying to fight off. Although she didn't think she was pretty, her mom, and everyone else seemed to think so. "I'm saying it, because its true." Torunn turned and looked at her mother face to face, then smiled, and wrapped her arms around her neck in a tight hug. Torunn may have not believed she was pretty, but Lochilla knew, without a doubt, that she was beautiful, and that beauty would only get better as she grew. [center]***[/center] "Torunn, what happened?" Lochilla asked, concern in her voice. The girl in question stopped her trek to her room and remained still. She knew her mother had seen the bruising, or She would have asked. "Torunn, what happened?" She asked again as she came up to the teenager anf placed her hand on her shoulder. Torunn lifted her head and looked at her mother, her face neutral. Her left cheek and underneath her eye were bruised. "Some girl at school though it would be funny to hit the girl that doesn't fight. Just to see if she could get her to." Yes, Torunn hated confrontation, and she hated to fight, yet some girl try to get her to. Why, she didn't know. Lochilla looked in her daughter's eyes. "Did you?" She asked, genuinely curious. Torunn shook her head and looked away from her mom. "No, I didn't. You know I hate to fight mom." The girl adjusted her backpack and start to head to her room again, when her mother grabbed her hand and stopped her. "Mom, just let me go." Torunn said in irritation. "Torunn, listen to me. One day, you're going to have to fight." Torunn just shook her head and pulled her hand from her mother's grasp. "Not If I can help it." She said as she went into her room, shutting the door behind her. Lochilla stayed in the Sam spot and crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head. "Teenagers. If only she knew."[/i] ------- Lochila was in the middle of the call for another hour that afternoon, and part of her wondered if she should listen to the person on the receiving end. Tracing her emerald-green eyes around the room, the raven-black haired woman did just that: Listened (though her powers of hypnosis have been doing most of the work to control the people within her job). If she ever used those said-powers, her eyes glow brighter in that natural green color, implying that the said-power is in effect upon the person on the receiving end. It was the easiest way to earn the highest pay of living on Earth a little longer. The more money, the longer she would be able to support both herself and Torunn. Twirling the pen in her hand, the goddess stood up for her seat at the large desk, and wrote down an important notice on her calendar. After making the note, the glow in her eyes faded, going back to their natural-dim tone. She ended the call, shortly after, until she leaned back in her chair.