11-14-2016, 05:50 PM
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Of all the horses in Beqanna stripped of their power, Sunday appeared to care the least. It was due to a lot of things - for one, she wasn't born with her magick. It was given to her, and she just assumed (incorrectly) that when the jungle disappeared so did her magick. She (wrongly) assumed they were tied together. She often forgets - as does most of the land - that everything is connected in a complex series of chains and joints. It's easy for her to think that she only needed to "earn" her invisibility back and then she'd be "restored." Honestly, her invisibility was the least interesting trait of hers - and it caused her such grief as a child!
Now look at her! Prized Amazonian, at one time a blood rider, now back with the lot of the estranged women, washed up on the shore of this new Beqanna without a bump or scratch. She seemed utterly at peace with her sudden loss of powers, though it did unsettle her from time to time. What she wouldn't give to be an empath again! To see auras! All of it was such a fascinating prospect, such a pivotal part of who she'd grown to become!
It's thoughts like this that made her wander.
Tonight she doesn't wander too far, the Forest is plenty distance from Nerine. It doesn't take her long to see the iron creature atop the water, looking pleased as punch. She didn't need empathy to see that. Her smile is easy, her call is light as she stands in the shallows of the shore. "I don't believe I've seen that one before," she tells him - all in jest. Nothing about Sunday is imposing or threatening.
Now look at her! Prized Amazonian, at one time a blood rider, now back with the lot of the estranged women, washed up on the shore of this new Beqanna without a bump or scratch. She seemed utterly at peace with her sudden loss of powers, though it did unsettle her from time to time. What she wouldn't give to be an empath again! To see auras! All of it was such a fascinating prospect, such a pivotal part of who she'd grown to become!
It's thoughts like this that made her wander.
Tonight she doesn't wander too far, the Forest is plenty distance from Nerine. It doesn't take her long to see the iron creature atop the water, looking pleased as punch. She didn't need empathy to see that. Her smile is easy, her call is light as she stands in the shallows of the shore. "I don't believe I've seen that one before," she tells him - all in jest. Nothing about Sunday is imposing or threatening.
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch