Thunder Dome from the art of mirrors

as she stared toward the unholy mountain, teya considered her lack of purposefulness in the world she inhabited. constrained by her twisted tongue and debilitating worry, the girl had grown gnarled and arrested, a half-choked daisy on a browning vine.
and suddenly she was broken from it by a suntouched man who dwarfed her in size. teya startled a step backward, and then another for good measure, thoughts gone to mush in her mind as he seemed to boom odin and her ankle twisted in answer. down with a cry lost in the next crack of lightning.