[AW] here comes the moon

[Antiope]

of glory which the world hath known

stands she not nobly and alone

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t is a quiet evening. There is a breeze in the air, sweeping down the streets and through the open windows of the citadel. The torches in the entryway flicker but do not fade—the result of some sort of magic that keeps them lit.

Antiope is tired, as she stands there, looking at the dark side of the doors leading out to the steps and the courtyard and her people that will soon be gathering to the toll of the bells.

There are still so many unanswered questions, so many uncertainties. The Denoctian sovereign draws a breath and draws, too, on her magic. On those flames that never die, on that breeze that dances over her skin just so.

She straightens her shoulders and the doors open and her eyes are no longer gold by the time she is standing on the top step looking down at the gathered equines.

Antiope doesn’t look at the lingering moon.

She is always watching, always waiting, it seems.

“Ever since my ascension, there has been a vacancy in our Regime,” the Queen says, sapphire eyes dark like a storm over a sea. “Now, it is time for that vacancy to be filled.” Antiope glances at Morrighan, who has been eagerly awaiting this moment since her return from the other courts.

“Our Warden, @Morrighan, will be taking up the mantle of Regent.” She descends the steps to the courtyard below to acknowledge the painted woman, to address the citizen’s questions, if there are any.

She cannot help but think of the moon’s observant, judging eye.

"Speaking."

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