Duiris past...
(the orginal creator for Duiri here. I wanted to share a short drabble based on her past, before she was abducted. I’m so sorry for the delay! 🙏 My English is a bit horrid). She had never been made to feel different. Her childhood before that had been based around snooping around her father’s study, or tending to greenhouse garden with her mother. “This here sweetie, is where your matuo and matua lives. They will travel all the way from here when summer comes around.” “… And this my little bloom, is the flower both me and your papa bonded over when we first met. It’s cute as button, just like you.” Some days her as usual stand offish but fair morfar(maternal grandpa) would let her join in looking after the reindeers. He would let her roam around under a watchful eye, and be extra careful with teaching her how to correctly pet one. “ They are capable of harsh weather, and tough conditions… But they spook easily, Duiri, so be cautious.” Her mormor(maternal granny) would quietly joik in her living room, while the small old lady worked on the nissongákti(tradisional clothes) for the coming-of-age girls in the small village. “When your confirmation day arrives, the gákti of your own would be the most stunning of them all.” “…Why do you think that mormor?” “Because you will show everyone what beauty yours, by being made of your very own hands. But I will help you, but only for the most difficult parts.” “… But why?” Her grandmother would only look at her with a ghost of a smile. Handing the girl some sketches she had seen her mother collab with her father, she watched on as the girl recognized the mixed patterns. “ Because you will show them just how beautiful a piece of art can be, when the weavers from two different worlds. She was never made to feel different… Until her first day at school. Any attempt at making friends went miserably wrong,as her classmates just stared with uncertain suspicion. She had never cried… Or made much out of it. But her parents knew, since their daughters usual curious gaze seemed listless and dull. The caring parental duo had feared this would happen. Her father felt lost and frustrated, while her mother felt a strong anger. They had remembered the glued stares they too had gotten in the streets of the small town. And even if Duiris father felt it would’ve been better to stay back in the multicultural haven of Oslo, he had felt a scientifical pull towards northen mountains. But at the cost of his daughters happiness? They had been on the brink of moving, until her presumed distant morfar had stepped in. Still dressed in his gear for herding, boots soaked with dirt and who knows what, he had solemnly walked to the school building. When he came back, he had told her surprised father only a few calm words. "They’ll ought to fix it by now.” His wife had been patting her stressed husbands back, both concerned over their child. So this left them both perplexed. Beside them, her mormor only hummed. “Those bats and their brood should’ve known better. In this community, we take care of one another. No matter if we are half or not.” But her new homeroom teacher had shown a bit concern. Duiri seemed to always have these walls around her, which “scared” the other kids presumably. But they soon found out that there were a softness in it too. A girl had fallen from one of the tall trees at the school grounds. Without a word, Duiri had helped her back inside; seemingly unaware of the starry eyed look she had gotten from the girl. Same girls mother had gone several kilometers to personally thank the parents. “Your daughter is a wonderful girl! She’s already the only thing little Marianne want to talk about.” From behind her legs peaked the said girl out to stare shyly at Duiri. And even if she didn’t outwardly smile, her eyes crinkled with a certain wetness. Sticking out a small hand, the stoic girl had asked. “… Do you want to pick some flowers?” Little Marianne had brightened, a giddy ‘yesyesyes!’ filling the small entrance of the equally small home. And as the two girls sat hunched and giggled amongst the patch of buttercups and dandelions, their parents watched on over some coffee and tea. … These peaceful moments are what stand out the most for little Duiri, as her and several unfamiliar faces drifted along space. Amongst her were scared wet faces, trembling voices calling for who knows. She would’ve too… But it was as if her voice wouldn’t let her. Beside her, a small bespecaled girl was crying. Carefully she pat the girls back… Fear dwelling in her deeply.
This is absolutely precious! Thank you so much for giving us this wonderful girl and telling us more about her past <3











