09-10-2016, 05:34 AM
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The other is a strange beast, but no stranger than others in Beqanna. He watches her, she can sense him tearing her to bits and pieces with his eyes in quiet consideration. There's not much to consider with Sunday, she is an awfully open book. Her smiles are quick and easy, she always speaks what is on her mind, and - above all - she is kind. Truly kind. Her past is marred with horrific experiences that left her a shadow of a creature for quite some time. And now? Through personal growth and change she's found her voice and her soul.
She is not naive, she is just kind.
The other replies and she cannot help but laugh - a real laugh. No forced breath of air pushed from her teeth, no choking jokes, just a soft sound of amusement. "Something is always happening," she agrees - admits. "It's a fascinating world that we live in." She adds that as an afterthought, considering him.
She once had empathy...traited, in a way. Her magick was of nature and earth and healing and softness. It was feeling others feelings and responding in ways to help. Always help.
She doesn't need empathy to see this other creature felt a similar loss.
"This time, though...part of us is missing."
She is not naive, she is just kind.
The other replies and she cannot help but laugh - a real laugh. No forced breath of air pushed from her teeth, no choking jokes, just a soft sound of amusement. "Something is always happening," she agrees - admits. "It's a fascinating world that we live in." She adds that as an afterthought, considering him.
She once had empathy...traited, in a way. Her magick was of nature and earth and healing and softness. It was feeling others feelings and responding in ways to help. Always help.
She doesn't need empathy to see this other creature felt a similar loss.
"This time, though...part of us is missing."
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch