Goennec Pen #: Three
Name: Londi
How you would use her: I fell in love with Londi a while ago. I found the Goennec thread via the banner in Kam’s signature, which featured Londi on it. I remember clicking on it partially because I was intrigued with the idea of a “Goennec,” and because I could not resist Londi’s large blue eyes staring at me from the screen. When I reached the thread, I was disappointed to see that see was not actually up for adoption. I have won four Goennecs, and last week I promised myself that unless I honestly connected with another, I would not try for it. When I saw that Londi was up, I realized that I would have to hold off on my vow to not try for any more for another week. If I won her, I would have her be the second character in the collection of short stories I will be writing about Roe. As you will soon see, they are a perfect fit for each other; total opposites.
Define your Goennec: Londi is a thinker, a schemer. She has never thrived on violence and
bloodshed, and never will. She believes in negotiating, not tearing out others’ throats when
something goes wrong. This does not mean that she is an average female. Londi is incredibly
intelligent, and has great amounts of pride in herself. She doesn’t have a mate or young, and never
plans to acquire these assets. She feels emotions very strongly, whether they be of love or hate. Many find her hard to work with because of this, and she is often viewed as a loner. She grew up with Roe, and she is one of the few who know of his struggles with his extreme loyalty to his father. Londi is one of the few that is able to approach Roe, and shares a bond of trust with him. While they both believe that facing the world alone is the only way to go about it, they still care deeply for each other, even though they share a silent agreement to never discuss the topic of having a mate.
History:Londi was born into the same herd as Roe; and grew up with him as a playmate and friend. When his mother died, it was Londi’s mother who offered to nurse Roe until Londi was born. If Roe’s father had not insisted on being the sole caretaker of Roe, he and Londi might have grown up as brother and sister. Londi’s father soon left her mother for a different female, and Roe’s father included her in their training sessions and pastimes. The old male soon became a father figure to her; and when he died in battle she was equally upset as Roe. She was to deal with and suppress her grief, and soon his death was not so upsetting to her, for he had lived a long, prosperous life. Roe, however, could not move on from the event. As they matured into adults they became less close, and their friendship began to deteriorate; simply because Roe believed that his dead father was more important than anyone living. What Londi didn’t know was that Roe longed to be her companion just as much as she wanted to be his.
A fierce wind blew through the trees’ leaves as Londi walked among them. They stood tall over her, like soldiers guarding her and assuring her that she was safe here. She leapt over a fallen long and continued along an invisible path, a trail known only to those that dwelled within the forest’s depths. She caught Roe’s scent and continued toward it. She was one of the few who still cared about him. After skiiriting around a clear pool of water and jumping over countless other logs; she found him. He sat in front of a large tree, his eyes closed, probably praying to his father. This was the place where his father had died, and therefore the place where Roe could always be found. She went and sat next to him, waiting for him to wake for his trance.
I can wait forever for you, my friend. And if neccessary, I will.