09-24-2018, 10:05 PM
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Beqanna had changed much since Sunday last stepped hoof on her shores. Yet - some things remain immortal, like the way Persephone leaves Hades to bring spring into the world once more. Sunday walks through the splendor of Her gifts, blessed by Demeter, and adds her own little flair to it. Sunday has changed, too. Once she didn't understand her gifts and what they meant or involved. Now? Now she walks through the fields and encourages the small flowers to bloom anew. Those with fledgling buds suddenly swell twice their initial size, exploding the meadow in a sea of color.
Sunday loves color.
All around her she sees color. The aura around each horse is easily readable, being blessed as she is. Her trait is strange, a mixture of a taste for empathy and a dash of elemental magic. No, she cannot bring rain forth nor can she create snow, but bloom a blossom? Heal minor wounds? See an aura? These are all minimalistic traits in comparison to the great dragons and beasts of Beqanna, but they suit her. For Sunday is loving and kind and wants only flowers and blossoms and sunshine.
Such a transition from her harrowed, deadly past.
And now she will walk serenely through the meadow, blessing each new bud with a kiss to help it grow and delighting in the new life.
Sunday loves color.
All around her she sees color. The aura around each horse is easily readable, being blessed as she is. Her trait is strange, a mixture of a taste for empathy and a dash of elemental magic. No, she cannot bring rain forth nor can she create snow, but bloom a blossom? Heal minor wounds? See an aura? These are all minimalistic traits in comparison to the great dragons and beasts of Beqanna, but they suit her. For Sunday is loving and kind and wants only flowers and blossoms and sunshine.
Such a transition from her harrowed, deadly past.
And now she will walk serenely through the meadow, blessing each new bud with a kiss to help it grow and delighting in the new life.
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch