10-11-2016, 06:11 PM
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Of all things, the witch is not naive.
She lived in Beqanna long, long ago - and left it for the endless bullying she received as a child. Fearing the grass was greener on the other side she left...and returned in a fit of terror. The grass is never greener, she's learned. Instead, she learned to water her own grass, sow her own seeds, and make her own damn garden. Really, that's all Sunday is - a walking, breathing garden.
And to her it makes perfect sense that the new leadership would reformat their ways. Prior to the great shifting the Amazons made a name for themselves in a way that Beqanna did not see fit. So she got rid of them. But, like most women, they flourished amidst adversity. Sunday only hoped that their stubbornness would not be their downfall.
And she falls into line for the peace caste behind another mare, who voices many of the concerns Sunday had. "Yes, I would love some more information about the spiritual caste and what sets it aside from peace. I am Sunday, by the way, I don't believe we've met." She introduces herself to both mares, her easy smile breaking in the way it always does. Sunday is sincere in everything she says - it's almost annoying.
"I would love to help in any way I can, and war has never been the place for me. Let me know where I can fit in and help out."
She lived in Beqanna long, long ago - and left it for the endless bullying she received as a child. Fearing the grass was greener on the other side she left...and returned in a fit of terror. The grass is never greener, she's learned. Instead, she learned to water her own grass, sow her own seeds, and make her own damn garden. Really, that's all Sunday is - a walking, breathing garden.
And to her it makes perfect sense that the new leadership would reformat their ways. Prior to the great shifting the Amazons made a name for themselves in a way that Beqanna did not see fit. So she got rid of them. But, like most women, they flourished amidst adversity. Sunday only hoped that their stubbornness would not be their downfall.
And she falls into line for the peace caste behind another mare, who voices many of the concerns Sunday had. "Yes, I would love some more information about the spiritual caste and what sets it aside from peace. I am Sunday, by the way, I don't believe we've met." She introduces herself to both mares, her easy smile breaking in the way it always does. Sunday is sincere in everything she says - it's almost annoying.
"I would love to help in any way I can, and war has never been the place for me. Let me know where I can fit in and help out."
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch