04-08-2017, 04:21 AM
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Sunday did not have great expectations - that is a sign of someone who wants power. Any other might look at the small group of three and frown, a sign that this idea of hers would not bear fruit. They'd shuffle away, looking for something bigger. Something extra.
To Sunday it proved the opposite - such was needed. And as someone who did not long for power and did not enjoy what it did to those around her (corrupt creatures who slink and take and take) she is content with the quiet.
She stands among the plains and exists in such a state of peace she feels transcendent.
The first approaches - Sunday feels at once in harmony with her. She is wide eyed and confused like Sunday was when she first came, awoken from the turbulent ground to walk forward and follow...follow what? Sunday followed intuition, heart, anything. She simply went, and that's when the plains appeared.
The second joints shortly after, and Sunday can see his aura for the confusion it is. Dark speckles, bright lights - hope. Wanting.
This is the start of the Haven.
"This is home to everyone, it's home to all," she tells them both, smiling. "I am Sunday."
To Sunday it proved the opposite - such was needed. And as someone who did not long for power and did not enjoy what it did to those around her (corrupt creatures who slink and take and take) she is content with the quiet.
She stands among the plains and exists in such a state of peace she feels transcendent.
The first approaches - Sunday feels at once in harmony with her. She is wide eyed and confused like Sunday was when she first came, awoken from the turbulent ground to walk forward and follow...follow what? Sunday followed intuition, heart, anything. She simply went, and that's when the plains appeared.
The second joints shortly after, and Sunday can see his aura for the confusion it is. Dark speckles, bright lights - hope. Wanting.
This is the start of the Haven.
"This is home to everyone, it's home to all," she tells them both, smiling. "I am Sunday."
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch