

"No! I said No!", the little girl shrilled as she flung the bow onto the snow covered ground, crossed her tiny stubby arms and flopped down on her bottom. She was a girl of about 6, with raven black hair and snow-white skin. And on the ground she sat, a defiant pout set into her face. A large Norn garbed in thick woolly garment scooped the white oaken bow off the snow and pleaded, "But Princess Raynette, the Chieftain wants you to learn archery!". The little girl crossed her arms tighter and shrilled, "No!". The large Norn sighed as he looked helplessly at the child.



Just then, a large booming voice sounded from a nearby tent, "My little Rayne! Are you making trouble for the teacher again?". "Father!", the little girl cried happily at the sound of the voice, as she hopped up and ran in small tiny steps to the figure that emerged from a lifted flap, jumping into his large hairy arms. "Ah, my little darling, Let father have a good look at you.", the Chieftain boomed, a huge smile spreading across his handsome face. "Father!," the little girl squealed, as she grabbed onto the Chieftain's beard, causing him to emit a girly yelp. Some distance away, the teacher turned away embarrassed.



"Father!," the little girl said, "I want to learn the toys from the plains! They are so much more fun! They go pow pow pow!" as she imitated the sound of a pistol in her tiny child-like voice. She belonged to a tribe that had lived far up north in the Snowden drifts, away from the rest of the civilizations. Occasionally, travelers from the plains would seek shelter in their tents and it was from one such traveler that little Raynette laid her tiny hands on the gleaming weapons, instantly taking a shine to them.



The Chieftain frowned, and looked down at his child. Their tribe had shunned influences from the outside world for generations, from his great grandfather's time down to his father's. But they had not seen what the world had to offer. He had. The technology and the weapons could change their tribe...perhaps he was too old to see the changes through, but his daughter could..."My dear child," the Chieftain cooed, "Say why don't we come up with a deal? If you master the bow in 3 years, I'll get you a few toys from the plains", he winked. The little girl's eyes sparkled. "Deal!" she said happily, lifting a tiny pinkie to seal the agreement with her father, "I want a pow pow toy, a long needle toy, a...", as she rattled off her wish list in excitement...



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Hello all! This was actually my second created character (got 16 toons now), a Norn Lady Thief. I never got around to posting her mainly because I had dressed her in a set of Cultural Tier 3 armor. Which needless to say, falls short in the armor/originality department. But hey, looks aren't all about ratings and medals right?

I love the Norn T3 cultural armor so here she is, a story and a set of lovely pictures for this Nornian Princess who has brought the outside world's technology into her tribe without forgetting her roots!



