09-19-2016, 04:38 AM
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How long had it been, truly?
Sunday fell asleep amidst the moss and some time - much time - later arises on the Mountain. Covered. Buried. And with her burial came a great change. She's unaware of during what time she rose from her slumber, but she has a feeling it was shortly after the change. Everyone was confused, milling about in their upset, terse ways. Sunday, as always, rolls with the punches.
The punches bring her to the coast.
She catches bits and pieces of the speech from far away, and by the time she's approached an introduction is in order. She allows the others to speak, then - quietly, from the back - she calls. "Hello, I am Sunday. I recognize a few of you...I have been gone for some time. But I am back!" I hope, she adds silently, well aware of the fluid nature of existing in Beqanna.
Sunday fell asleep amidst the moss and some time - much time - later arises on the Mountain. Covered. Buried. And with her burial came a great change. She's unaware of during what time she rose from her slumber, but she has a feeling it was shortly after the change. Everyone was confused, milling about in their upset, terse ways. Sunday, as always, rolls with the punches.
The punches bring her to the coast.
She catches bits and pieces of the speech from far away, and by the time she's approached an introduction is in order. She allows the others to speak, then - quietly, from the back - she calls. "Hello, I am Sunday. I recognize a few of you...I have been gone for some time. But I am back!" I hope, she adds silently, well aware of the fluid nature of existing in Beqanna.
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch