10-06-2016, 07:35 AM
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They were in luck - for as much as they liked stories, Sunday liked telling them. She always thought herself somewhat of a teacher. Not in her younger days, though. In her younger days she was a fearing thing, hidden beneath her own invisibility, hoping desperately never to be seen again. She was mocked and tormented and it made her nicer, somehow. It wasn't in her nature to be cruel, even in the face of cruelty. To her the Mountain was really teaching her a lesson, and she is learning it.
True, not being born with magick make the transition easier. While she longs to hear the thrum of the earth and the hum of the trees she's now content to listen to the others of Beqanna. Perhaps this is her lesson, to just listen to her peers? Her sisters? To help bring peace to a place that was war torn and ravaged for so long? She likes to think so.
"The Amazons?" she asks the red eyed child, and her smile is soft. "When I first came they were ruled by a great dragon queen, with scales and no hair. She was fierce, and she was loved. When she became ill and could no longer rule a great warrioress, with poison dart hair came to rule.
But we were defined by more than just our queens. We flourished in the great canopies, and we bore tattoos of our commitment to the land. We were marked, but beautifully so, by our great kingdom. No matter what the sisterhood stood, through famine and flood and fire." She smiles her dreamy smile into the distance, watching the shoreline for some promise of the sisterhood, just beyond her reach.
"And while the other kingdoms fall, the Amazons have always stood. As has the Tundra."
True, not being born with magick make the transition easier. While she longs to hear the thrum of the earth and the hum of the trees she's now content to listen to the others of Beqanna. Perhaps this is her lesson, to just listen to her peers? Her sisters? To help bring peace to a place that was war torn and ravaged for so long? She likes to think so.
"The Amazons?" she asks the red eyed child, and her smile is soft. "When I first came they were ruled by a great dragon queen, with scales and no hair. She was fierce, and she was loved. When she became ill and could no longer rule a great warrioress, with poison dart hair came to rule.
But we were defined by more than just our queens. We flourished in the great canopies, and we bore tattoos of our commitment to the land. We were marked, but beautifully so, by our great kingdom. No matter what the sisterhood stood, through famine and flood and fire." She smiles her dreamy smile into the distance, watching the shoreline for some promise of the sisterhood, just beyond her reach.
"And while the other kingdoms fall, the Amazons have always stood. As has the Tundra."
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch