05-05-2015, 10:00 AM
The call that echoed across the Amazons is familiar, but Sunday cannot place her finger on exactly who it came from. Rather than contemplate who might be calling for diplomats, Sunday takes off across the thick, dense jungle to follow the call of the mare. It's not long before she smells a child, too, though child is a relative term these days. Many adults are really children, and many children she'd met were really adults.
At last she finds herself face to face with Straia, and she remembers where the voice came from in her memory. The queen of the Chamber! Sunday lets out a whinny of hello as she closes the last of the distance between them, her ears pricked forward in a friendly manner. Though, really, Sunday is unable to be anything but friendly. Those deep brown eyes, the intense feelings of empathy, they all join together to make her a rather likeable figure. At least, she'd like to think she were likeable.
"Straia! Welcome to the Amazons," she greets, and nods to the smaller figure at her side. "I am Sunday, what's your name?" Sunday has never borne a child so it never occurs to her to speak to the child like he's anything other than a mini adult.
At last she finds herself face to face with Straia, and she remembers where the voice came from in her memory. The queen of the Chamber! Sunday lets out a whinny of hello as she closes the last of the distance between them, her ears pricked forward in a friendly manner. Though, really, Sunday is unable to be anything but friendly. Those deep brown eyes, the intense feelings of empathy, they all join together to make her a rather likeable figure. At least, she'd like to think she were likeable.
"Straia! Welcome to the Amazons," she greets, and nods to the smaller figure at her side. "I am Sunday, what's your name?" Sunday has never borne a child so it never occurs to her to speak to the child like he's anything other than a mini adult.
SUNDAY
the amazons magickal mare
the amazons magickal mare