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[Sunday]

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Sunday is very observant. It's part of her skills, really, her ability to read auras (or "colors" as she calls them), her ability to sense danger, to peer into others and become empathetic to their needs. It's all part of her complex set of gifts that come together to make her profoundly understanding and profoundly knowing. Of course, she often feels like a spy, but that's part of her nature too. She's so grossly understanding.

She's also patient.
You'd think, since she didn't quite understand her powers, she would be unable to stop herself from peering at the little creature growing in her womb. It was an accident, but fate, that Sunday became pregnant at the ripe age of 15 for the first time with a stallion who spent more time fumbling over his words than actually courting her. Who knows the thoughts behind Sunday and her tryst, but she was pregnant. Was. Months ago the small creature came to light and, despite how observant she is, it took her quite some time to notice.

Loreley. Sweet Loreley. She falls to the ground, she nurses, she is a beautiful child. It fills Sunday's heart with joy.
It takes a full month before she notices the child doesn't have eyes.
It's not that she's a horrible mother, it's just that...well, your own creation is always flawless. They're always infinite bundles of potential, just waiting to be nurtured. Sunday saw eyes in the metaphysical sense, she saw what the girl would grow into. Rarely, very rarely, did she see her as a small, timid child.

So Sunday traveled the Amazons for a full month with an eyeless child before even noticing.

SUNDAY
the amazons magickal mare

[Elektra]

Elektra didn’t always notice things either. Or rather, it all bloody looked the same to her. Trees, and trees, with some flowers, shrubs and birds thrown in. How anybody managed to get around at all in this god forsaken jungle was still a mystery. She’d been here but a short time and already she had encountered two snakes, a ginormous colorful bird and what she suspected was the jungle cat.

Elektra was coming to realize her very life could be on the line.

This realization hadn’t fazed her as much as she had suspected it would. She was starting to worry about her blood pressure, to be sure, but during her more intrepid moments she felt just that, intrepid. The parrot colored mare puffed up a little.

She was a god damn amazon. That’s right, a fly by the seat of her pants, no man needing, badass bitch. Or at least, that’s what she kept telling herself. If she listened to her more negative thoughts, Elektra would hear that same voice say she was a damn fool who was going to get herself killed, or at least twist her ankle on one of the more devious vines.

But no, she was an optimist. That is, until she saw an eyeless filly navigate the jungle better than she could. Elektra huffed angrily, then tried to take a deep, shaky breath. The child had no doubt been born here. Children of the jungle were strange. They seemed to instinctively know their way around the trees. Just look at that cunning little Sette. That girl had found Elektra when she was lost and didn’t have a clue how to make her way back to civilization. Despite all her talk and bluster, Elektra hadn’t worked up the nerve to go too far into the trees. Instead, the bay and purple mare picked her way indelicately though the trees, and caught up to the mother daughter pair.

“Hey!” She shouted when she was still too far away to talk normally. Elektra stumbled over a low hanging branch and had to move quickly to keep from falling. Yet, she continued on as if she had not even noticed it, for indeed she had gotten used to losing and regaining her footing. She finally caught up to the pair and whispered to the mom.

“How does she find her way around?” Elektra gestured to the filly, just in case the mare didn’t realize to whom she was referring.

“And can she teach me? I’m getting sick of falling over things.” And indeed, Elektra had fallen over everything there was to fall over. Branches, twigs, rocks, her own feet, a wild hog, thick grass, and once, a monkey.  

[Sunday]

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How the eyeless child found her way around the jungle was beyond Sunday. She moved with such ease and grace, though always cautious in new environments, even Sunday envied her. Even now she didn't appear too put off by another in their circle. She'd spent much time alone in solitude, her words didn't come as naturally as her mothers did. She simply took a step further behind her mother, shy.

"Children are miracles," Sunday said with her usual pleasant smile. Unlike others might have been, she wasn't put off by the stumbling mare and the way she crashed through the jungle. Sunday found that each and every horse had their own unique personalities and unique specialties. She was never one to judge - Elektra's clumsiness was a part of her identity.

"I'm Sunday, and this is my daughter Loreley." The girl didn't say anything else, just stared from behind her mother like a statue or a doe caught in the morning light. "Have you lived in the Amazons long?" she inquired.

SUNDAY
the amazons magickal mare