08-22-2015, 11:53 PM
The small gathering was rather impressive to the casual bystander. Lagertha, with her perpetual purpose and glowing horns, holding wings close to her like a baby. Tantalize - who Sunday met once in passing, who nags on her like a puzzle needing to be solved - questioning her. And Sunday, with her pleasant smile and mild mannerisms, entering their little conversation well before it truly begins. She's unaware of the true purpose behind either mare's outing, though if she wanted to she could pry.
It doesn't take much prying to analyze the colors that bathe both mares. Lagertha and her sense of purpose is a divine shade of purple. Ambition. Nobility. And Tantalize? Gold. Traditional. There's something so familiar about the mare she's never met that she's almost a part of the Amazons herself. Sunday is always on the edge of asking the mare how long she's been a part of the Amazons. Forever the diplomat, Sunday keeps her mouth shut on that matter.
Instead, she offers a friendly greeting before approaching the two.
"Hello Lagertha," she says pleasantly. "Tantalize, correct? Forgive me if I've forgotten," another pleasant tone, another smile.
It doesn't take much prying to analyze the colors that bathe both mares. Lagertha and her sense of purpose is a divine shade of purple. Ambition. Nobility. And Tantalize? Gold. Traditional. There's something so familiar about the mare she's never met that she's almost a part of the Amazons herself. Sunday is always on the edge of asking the mare how long she's been a part of the Amazons. Forever the diplomat, Sunday keeps her mouth shut on that matter.
Instead, she offers a friendly greeting before approaching the two.
"Hello Lagertha," she says pleasantly. "Tantalize, correct? Forgive me if I've forgotten," another pleasant tone, another smile.
SUNDAY
the amazons magickal mare
the amazons magickal mare