10-02-2018, 09:42 PM
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Home was a foreign concept to Sunday, too, though for different reasons. When she returned to Beqanna - chased, really - she was recruited to the Amazons. The Amazons are no longer - she trekked there first, looking upon the shoreline to where the jungle once sat. Or, at least, where she thought the jungle once sat. Beqanna had shifted in a way that only the island could, moving its borders and sinking some lands. She saw the edges of a mountain range she swore she remembered, but it was fractured, split down the middle, tossed about like it never existed in one piece.
Beqanna was home, in a way that only Beqanna could be. Fractured, piece-meal and incomplete. Sunday feels that way sometimes, like drifting from place to place, unsure exactly where to land.
"I have no plans, as it were," she says with honesty. Sunday doesn't know any other way to respond, really, than to be sometimes painfully honest. "You see, Beqanna was ... different ... last time I was here. Other kingdoms, other lands...it's strange how She does that, don't you think? A land that can be there one minute and gone the next." She pauses, tilting her head at him. "I don't even know what kingdoms or lands exist right now, do you?"
Beqanna was home, in a way that only Beqanna could be. Fractured, piece-meal and incomplete. Sunday feels that way sometimes, like drifting from place to place, unsure exactly where to land.
"I have no plans, as it were," she says with honesty. Sunday doesn't know any other way to respond, really, than to be sometimes painfully honest. "You see, Beqanna was ... different ... last time I was here. Other kingdoms, other lands...it's strange how She does that, don't you think? A land that can be there one minute and gone the next." She pauses, tilting her head at him. "I don't even know what kingdoms or lands exist right now, do you?"
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch