04-16-2015, 02:10 PM
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| The Amazons are strangely quiet against the background of Beqanna's current events. Sunday knows what's going on in the neighboring kingdoms the same way everyone else does. The meeting told them about the Tundra and their wild king, her own travels lead her to meet the new kings and queens of various kingdoms. She met other diplomats and saw the mass exodus of old blood. It was more and more apparent that the new wave of rulers were of a new breed. They took over kingdoms because they deserved to, not because they were supposed to. Sunday thinks back to the meetings within the Amazons, and how messy those interactions can get very quickly. She's lost deep in thought - not uncommon for the chestnut mare - when she stumbles upon a young colt. It's been a long time since she last saw a foal, much less a male, so she's surprised initially. She's never been good at poker (her invisibility allows her to simply disappear when things get too overwhelming) and cannot hide the quick passage of emotion on her face. "Hello there," she says, friendly, amiable. Sunday is forever a diplomat. "I'm Sunday, who are you?" | ||