08-28-2015, 09:30 PM
Absent indeed.
Sunday felt the pull of the jungle as she sank into oblivion, so distanced from her sisters. She could feel them moving in her soul, but as though she were underwater. Something else pulled her to the very recesses of the earth. She sunk deep into the jungle and into its obscure outlands. Here she found the strength of her power, the pull of nature.
It was no excuse - there is never a good excuse to abandon your duty. Sunday did not apologize - that was silly. The Jungle didn't care for your words, it cared for your actions. She knew this deep in her soul and set her sights of remedying the situation with action.
It doesn't surprise her to see the colors on Lagertha change to confusion at the sight of the magickal mare. They knew very little of each other, really. Lagertha of war, Sunday of such strict diplomacy. Sunday did not dislike a single soul (in Beqanna - that's a true caveat), so it's not to say that was an issue.
"Wings? Oh dear no, the army has never been my strong suit. I'm afraid I would cause much more damage than be of any help." She smiles good naturedly and nods to Tantalize. "By all means, take them. They would be such a compliment to you." She does not ask Lagertha why she's given them up - these are personal matters and Sunday is too kind to pry.
Sunday felt the pull of the jungle as she sank into oblivion, so distanced from her sisters. She could feel them moving in her soul, but as though she were underwater. Something else pulled her to the very recesses of the earth. She sunk deep into the jungle and into its obscure outlands. Here she found the strength of her power, the pull of nature.
It was no excuse - there is never a good excuse to abandon your duty. Sunday did not apologize - that was silly. The Jungle didn't care for your words, it cared for your actions. She knew this deep in her soul and set her sights of remedying the situation with action.
It doesn't surprise her to see the colors on Lagertha change to confusion at the sight of the magickal mare. They knew very little of each other, really. Lagertha of war, Sunday of such strict diplomacy. Sunday did not dislike a single soul (in Beqanna - that's a true caveat), so it's not to say that was an issue.
"Wings? Oh dear no, the army has never been my strong suit. I'm afraid I would cause much more damage than be of any help." She smiles good naturedly and nods to Tantalize. "By all means, take them. They would be such a compliment to you." She does not ask Lagertha why she's given them up - these are personal matters and Sunday is too kind to pry.
SUNDAY
the amazons magickal mare
the amazons magickal mare