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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.
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
the amazons magickal mare