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In the curious way of all children, Haru has wandered off.
It's not as though she could go far, not with a magician for a mother. Sunday need only to close her eyes and think - really, quietly, think - and the image of her daughter would appear within an instant. She'd done it once or twice to Loreley when the girl wandered off, before she realized her sightlessness was no more a burden than Sunday's invisibility had been as a child. Just another manifestation of an opportunity. Just another way for the cards to play out.
Still, she makes it a point to know where her children are...even when distracted. Distracted - that is, she's concentrating on making a flower grow. She's almost to the point where they grow without much thought, just an extension of herself. Growth. Think it and it shall become.
Distracted until she feels the rolling sensation of fear - close, yet far. She follows the magical trail to her daughter, another child, and another magician. Sunday knows it by the colors that roll off her in great waves. Magic. Royalty. She offers a smile to the group before nudging her daughter to announce her presence.
"Hello there, I am Sunday," she introduces to the group. "Thank you for helping my daughter."
It's not as though she could go far, not with a magician for a mother. Sunday need only to close her eyes and think - really, quietly, think - and the image of her daughter would appear within an instant. She'd done it once or twice to Loreley when the girl wandered off, before she realized her sightlessness was no more a burden than Sunday's invisibility had been as a child. Just another manifestation of an opportunity. Just another way for the cards to play out.
Still, she makes it a point to know where her children are...even when distracted. Distracted - that is, she's concentrating on making a flower grow. She's almost to the point where they grow without much thought, just an extension of herself. Growth. Think it and it shall become.
Distracted until she feels the rolling sensation of fear - close, yet far. She follows the magical trail to her daughter, another child, and another magician. Sunday knows it by the colors that roll off her in great waves. Magic. Royalty. She offers a smile to the group before nudging her daughter to announce her presence.
"Hello there, I am Sunday," she introduces to the group. "Thank you for helping my daughter."
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch