09-16-2016, 09:36 AM
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Sunday understands.
Even before her empathy was granted - an extension of her magick given by Beqanna - she understood things without needing them stated. Situations like this were a mix, she was left out of the flooding of the Desert, the great wars that ravaged Beqanna while she slept under the Amazon jungle floor peacefully. Everything that transpired evaded her, but the twins gave her enough information to understand.
She knew the caring nature of the fairies - without them she would be dead somewhere. Or worse.
Someone took advantage of her, or - it sounds - they all did. Stripped naked of their abilities who did they become? Sunday felt the same, or at least similar. She knew life before magick, and she'd know life after magick. It never occurred to her to earn it back, just to exist. See what happened. Live.
"As is her right," agrees Sunday. Though, she has a catch in her voice, a calm concern over what this means for...her. Or everyone, really.
Where did her sisters go?
"It's a pleasure to meet you two as well. Where do you live?"
And then -
"Yes - the before. I was here, for a long time. I was born here long, long ago, then left...then came back. I used to live in the Amazons."
Even before her empathy was granted - an extension of her magick given by Beqanna - she understood things without needing them stated. Situations like this were a mix, she was left out of the flooding of the Desert, the great wars that ravaged Beqanna while she slept under the Amazon jungle floor peacefully. Everything that transpired evaded her, but the twins gave her enough information to understand.
She knew the caring nature of the fairies - without them she would be dead somewhere. Or worse.
Someone took advantage of her, or - it sounds - they all did. Stripped naked of their abilities who did they become? Sunday felt the same, or at least similar. She knew life before magick, and she'd know life after magick. It never occurred to her to earn it back, just to exist. See what happened. Live.
"As is her right," agrees Sunday. Though, she has a catch in her voice, a calm concern over what this means for...her. Or everyone, really.
Where did her sisters go?
"It's a pleasure to meet you two as well. Where do you live?"
And then -
"Yes - the before. I was here, for a long time. I was born here long, long ago, then left...then came back. I used to live in the Amazons."
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch