06-07-2015, 02:47 PM
Sunday is unsure how long her and her companion have been waiting, but it doesn't seem like too long. The weather in the Gates is a direct opposite to the jungle's endless humidity and lack of winter. Winter clearly just passed here, and spring is peeking its head out in the form of lush grass and beautiful foliage. Sunday can always appreciate another kingdom's greenery - it feels a part of her these days. She can feel the vibrations and hums of its life.
The mare that approaches has an aura the color of a friend - Sunday has learned this from studying her sisters. It is genial and glowing, and matches the mare's smile. Sunday nods her head to her companion, "This is Wrynn, and I am Sunday. We're from the Amazons." She gives that a moment to set in. "We've come to pay our respects to the new king or queen, on behalf of our kingdom, and see if there's anything you need." Sunday's smile is genuine - unlike others in Beqanna she hasn't allowed misfortune to turn her into anything less than a gentle, nice soul.
The mare that approaches has an aura the color of a friend - Sunday has learned this from studying her sisters. It is genial and glowing, and matches the mare's smile. Sunday nods her head to her companion, "This is Wrynn, and I am Sunday. We're from the Amazons." She gives that a moment to set in. "We've come to pay our respects to the new king or queen, on behalf of our kingdom, and see if there's anything you need." Sunday's smile is genuine - unlike others in Beqanna she hasn't allowed misfortune to turn her into anything less than a gentle, nice soul.
SUNDAY
the amazons magickal mare
the amazons magickal mare