Honestly, I have no idea if Marisha intended this, but Laudna is just, so autistic-coded. The bad reading of social situations, her facial expressions, the fascination with the dead, her love of what people considered garbage, being extremely nonchalant about the awful things in her past. Just, Pate. Everything about Pate. And I absolutely love that she is shown to be outgoing and generally fun, but her personality, disposition, and look puts people off, because it's so autistic!!!
I think Imogen definitely is too - thought that's another post - I just connect so much more with Laudna's general disposition. I doubt it'll ever be confirmed in show, but I just love that there's positive portrayal of these characteristics that are so often demonized
Looked at Orym’s Playlist and I just…
Orym is…such an interesting character. He suffered a loss, not his fault, not Will’s but the latter died and there was nothing he could do. Yet, they’d known it was a possibility. So he attempts to move on, to continue to live, to grow and understand what it means to be without him. He’s not the wisest, or the smartest, or the strongest. But he is the bravest, and maybe…part of that is born in a deep part of himself that refuses to accept the loss. To take any loss from then on. He can be the shield, he learns that battling to save a young woman from a predatory cultist.
Then he gets the Call.
Find out what happened.
Avenge the Slight against his people.
Avenge Will…or finally join him
But now, he’s found himself mixed up with so many fascinating people.
Two exiled nobles, one voluntary, one not but she wakes up smiling every day so he tries not to worry. He worries about the other, because not he’s slipped into the wind, and even an Ashari can’t hold on to that for long.
He leaves the girl with her new barbed crown and the lovable fool left as her guardian and finds…
An anarchist made of stone and cosmic dust. Scars of gold and glass. He can literally peer inside his head. That one acts like they doesn’t need protecting but…the fractures are there for all to see.
A Metal Being learning to be alive, wanting to help but ignoring they’re own hurt. They see eye to eye, more than just in height, but ignore that for now.
A woman cursed by Moon that marks his shoulder a reminder of lover and…of ill fortune. The one he calls his own. Orym, the Little Moon, Bad Luck.
And a woman dragged from the grave, smiling all the day, while her past has been writ before him as a nightmare his eternally young leader may never truly shake.
He finds the body of on befuddling old man, and feels the claws of an other rip into his forearms. But he can’t let him go. He can’t let any of them go.
Orym is the Shield. He was a Blade once, but that didn’t do him much good when it needed to count.
He counts their names, he counts his steps.
Every scar earned that they don’t take is another tiny piece of penance in a mission he once believed he’d set aside.
Ain’t he just a rad little guy?
Imogen: Time for plan G.
Laudna: Don’t you mean plan B?
Imogen: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.
Orym: What about plan D?
Imogen: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Fearne: What about plan E?
Imogen: I’m hoping not to use it. Dorian dies in plan E.
Chetney: I like plan E.