11-03-2015, 04:45 PM
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How the eyeless child found her way around the jungle was beyond Sunday. She moved with such ease and grace, though always cautious in new environments, even Sunday envied her. Even now she didn't appear too put off by another in their circle. She'd spent much time alone in solitude, her words didn't come as naturally as her mothers did. She simply took a step further behind her mother, shy.
"Children are miracles," Sunday said with her usual pleasant smile. Unlike others might have been, she wasn't put off by the stumbling mare and the way she crashed through the jungle. Sunday found that each and every horse had their own unique personalities and unique specialties. She was never one to judge - Elektra's clumsiness was a part of her identity.
"I'm Sunday, and this is my daughter Loreley." The girl didn't say anything else, just stared from behind her mother like a statue or a doe caught in the morning light. "Have you lived in the Amazons long?" she inquired.
"Children are miracles," Sunday said with her usual pleasant smile. Unlike others might have been, she wasn't put off by the stumbling mare and the way she crashed through the jungle. Sunday found that each and every horse had their own unique personalities and unique specialties. She was never one to judge - Elektra's clumsiness was a part of her identity.
"I'm Sunday, and this is my daughter Loreley." The girl didn't say anything else, just stared from behind her mother like a statue or a doe caught in the morning light. "Have you lived in the Amazons long?" she inquired.
SUNDAY
the amazons magickal mare
the amazons magickal mare