09-07-2015, 10:36 AM
Sunday follows the parade, for many reason really. Her concern for the queen is obvious, but her position as a healer and bloodrider dictates she should go. These are all meaningless to the forever diplomat, duty is second to love. And she does love Scorch the way she loves all her sisters. Tattoos? Those are meaningless. The bonds between them are the true strength.
She follows at a comfortable distance, listening to the frenzied heart beats of the twins inside Scorch. They need to hurry, the stress...it comes off the children in waves. It fills her heart with anxiety and dread she wishes she can shake off. That's the curse of empathy, of magick, she is so in tune to others and nature it can be overwhelming. She tries to shut the thoughts out, continuing her magickal dump of healing onto Scorch. It's nothing compared to the relief the mare feels when her hooves touch the waterfalls. Sunday goes with her, mostly because her energy is sapped at this point, and also because she knows the mare would drown otherwise.
In this confusion she loses track of the other heart beat.
One minute there are two buzzing about in her belly, frantic for release. The next? Nothing. Vi is expelled, and the other...?
Sunday passes a worried glance amongst her sisters. They wouldn't have heard this, except for the older mare with magic. Maybe she did. Maybe.
She follows at a comfortable distance, listening to the frenzied heart beats of the twins inside Scorch. They need to hurry, the stress...it comes off the children in waves. It fills her heart with anxiety and dread she wishes she can shake off. That's the curse of empathy, of magick, she is so in tune to others and nature it can be overwhelming. She tries to shut the thoughts out, continuing her magickal dump of healing onto Scorch. It's nothing compared to the relief the mare feels when her hooves touch the waterfalls. Sunday goes with her, mostly because her energy is sapped at this point, and also because she knows the mare would drown otherwise.
In this confusion she loses track of the other heart beat.
One minute there are two buzzing about in her belly, frantic for release. The next? Nothing. Vi is expelled, and the other...?
Sunday passes a worried glance amongst her sisters. They wouldn't have heard this, except for the older mare with magic. Maybe she did. Maybe.
SUNDAY
the amazons magickal mare
the amazons magickal mare