09-29-2018, 05:43 PM
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Sunday already approves of her new friend - though it is not hard to get in Sunday's good graces. She is perpetually smiling, perpetually friendly, and she can read auras just as quick as you can dream up a thought. Darrow, for being red on his exterior, is a cool blue to purple. There's something reliable and steady about him that Sunday immediately likes, something that makes her feel comfortable in his presence. Like Darrow she could be confused for a flirt, but truly Sunday is just friendly. She tilts her head at his confession of not being from Beqanna, for Sunday is suddenly reminded of her own past.
But, just like that, she swipes the thought away.
"Very few realize there is more than just Beqanna," she offers, almost in agreement to his statement. Though with the shifting tides it's harder to come on and off the island, it's not impossible. There are frosts and melts, there are moving tides, there are abilities that allow one to travel great distances in the blink of an eye. She's seen them all and finds them all equally fascinating.
"Yes, I was born here quite some time ago. I left for a time, then returned. There's no place like home, isn't that true?" she asks, not realizing until she says it that he must miss his home. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you get homesick from time to time." Her smile is apologetic, and she offers a slight tilt of her head to solidify her apology.
But, just like that, she swipes the thought away.
"Very few realize there is more than just Beqanna," she offers, almost in agreement to his statement. Though with the shifting tides it's harder to come on and off the island, it's not impossible. There are frosts and melts, there are moving tides, there are abilities that allow one to travel great distances in the blink of an eye. She's seen them all and finds them all equally fascinating.
"Yes, I was born here quite some time ago. I left for a time, then returned. There's no place like home, isn't that true?" she asks, not realizing until she says it that he must miss his home. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you get homesick from time to time." Her smile is apologetic, and she offers a slight tilt of her head to solidify her apology.
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch