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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    You're here for the very same reason | Sunday, ANY
    #1

    you get underneath me,
    and all my defenses just fall away

    So far life has been strange, yet so beautiful. Her birth was so confusing, everything was black, no visions to imprint on just smells, thudding sounds. It felt like being in a whiskey barrel thrown from a waterfall. She took twice as long to stand, to walk, to do anything early on because without vision you hit many road blocks but she eases through the Jungle with grace now. There is a Macaw that warns her for danger and a young leopard that she's befriended but beyond that there is her mama. Her sweet, caring mama who's scent she will always keep. She has never witnessed her mama's magic or healing but she's heard others speak of it. Loreley has been quiet for most of her life, learning how to speak and with talks of a war (she knows nothing about such things) she has chosen to remain silent. 

    She knows that her mother is close to weaning her, their time spent together is shorter for nursing purposes but she feels as though it's time to play less and ask more. For this reason, she calls for her mama - a tiny shout amongst big, demanding ones, "Mama! She hasn't known that it's possible that several mares would come but she is not afraid of any. For now her eyeless face is visible, a few other foals had run scared from her (such a shame!). She has questions, imagination can take you so far! She wants to see in a different way.


     

    ooc: sorry it took me a minute to get back around and posting her! <3
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    Sunday has come to accept the presence of her eyeless child, though not as a burden. Sunday rarely thinks of things as burdens, more often they are opportunities for growth. As a child as was bullied for her invisibility (if they could see her now!) and she left Beqanna, where she witnessed horrors unlike anything she'd seen since. The true raw, horrific nature of the spirit, what you can truly do to another. To this day they haunt her.
    But she grew from them.
    Her magick is growing and shifting and, honestly, she doesn't notice her daughter's eyes for a full month. She's learned to read others by the colors that cling to their body and the emotions that roll off them like water. As an empath she felt fear, she felt all the things children feel, but nothing would clue her in to the true nature of her daughter's sight.

    "Mama!" She calls to her now, a bundle of joy - her first child. A daughter. Never would have Sunday thought such a thing were possible. But that late night rendezvous...the whispers in the dark...

    That was gone, but Sunday wasn't bitter.

    "Dear Loreley," she says softly, nudging the girl. "It's almost time for you to declare yourself grown. Does that frighten you?"
    SUNDAY


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




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