koriand'r was always tall - a tall child and then an even taller woman. she was powerful and meant to be so as the member of her family who suffered the most and came out of her grief and hardship made of iron and the rays of the warmest sun. she was meant to look stately. to look as her ancestors did. she was born to take a throne made for the ancestors that looked so much like her, who had reached heights that her mother, her grandmother, and great-grandmother had not even dreamed of reaching in all of the turmoil that had turned Tamaran on its head.
however, her abduction and following enslavement ripped it away from her. she was half-starved and overworked from the age of twelve to eighteen. she scraped her knees, burned her hands, and broke the skin over her knuckles more times than she could count. her critical growth years were stunted by the violence she experienced at the hands of her sister and subsequent captors. and yet she continued to grow even in climates that leeched whatever solar energy she had stored deep in her bones.
she should have been a giant in her time. a queen of mythic proportions unseen since the time of her ancestors. it is yet another could be stolen from her.
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no longer tamaranean, not quite an earthling // headcanons
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