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As quickly as she woke Sunday fell asleep again.
Perhaps it wasn't time for her to wake, truly. It was easy to think Beqanna's tumult woke her too soon, the way the earth shifted and she lost her magick and awoke covered in vines and creepers in an entirely new home. And it was easy to think she should have joined the Sisterhood as they grew new roots in Nerine and made it their own.
These were all easy to think, but hard to comprehend, because she didn't feel it.
It? It.
The love. The compassion. The need to serve.
She would often drift to the side and let the flow and ebb of currents take over and let her drift. She astral projected (thanks to the horse that granted her abilities again), she mentally explored, until a great barrier hit her.
Bam! The mist!
But after some time the mist parted and her hooves had a mind of their own. They traced the edges of the land until they found heat, swaying plains. Beauty unlike anything she'd seen before.
So she makes it her own, and calls upon it to claim her as well.
Perhaps it wasn't time for her to wake, truly. It was easy to think Beqanna's tumult woke her too soon, the way the earth shifted and she lost her magick and awoke covered in vines and creepers in an entirely new home. And it was easy to think she should have joined the Sisterhood as they grew new roots in Nerine and made it their own.
These were all easy to think, but hard to comprehend, because she didn't feel it.
It? It.
The love. The compassion. The need to serve.
She would often drift to the side and let the flow and ebb of currents take over and let her drift. She astral projected (thanks to the horse that granted her abilities again), she mentally explored, until a great barrier hit her.
Bam! The mist!
But after some time the mist parted and her hooves had a mind of their own. They traced the edges of the land until they found heat, swaying plains. Beauty unlike anything she'd seen before.
So she makes it her own, and calls upon it to claim her as well.
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch
OOC - my plan is to make this place like the anti-Pangea, where it's for everyone to come live in peace and harmony. New leader voted on every BQ year, hosting herds and anyone who wants peace. No real formal structure