NAYL, ANY, ALL

[Sunday]

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The perpetually friendly smile from the back of the crowd would not miss these callings. Even though the silence that descended on the kingdom disheartened her (her loss of her abilities, her sudden silence, the emptiness of the new sisterhood...it's enough to make even the brightest flame dim). She's found her steps lackluster and hesitant to pursue much else in terms of the kingdom. Part of her wonders if she should fall back asleep in the great elder trees and awake in a few decades when this has all passed.

What's the use of hiding, though? Sunday stopped hiding all those years ago when Scorch found her in the meadow, bleeding from the nose and heaving her heavy breath into the air.

"I am here," she says quietly from the back, watching everything unfold in front of her. Normally she's step in and calm them - but they're doing it themselves. Do they need her, the calm witch? Or is she just a relic of the old times?

SUNDAY

never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch