”Is there something behind it?”
Antiope grasps the handle of her axe a little harder, turning eyes as blue as the churning sea toward the girl who has come up behind her. There are no monsters swarming beneath the surface of her gaze, but it looks like there could be, looks like perhaps the lioness in her bones isn’t so far under her skin as she seems.
“No,” she replies, turning toward where her axe had struck the vines. Her blade, gifted by gods with a heat so bright and burning it could cut through most things, had made not a single mark on the wall of ivy. “My weapon has never failed me before. Whatever this is, it is magic—a strange, powerful magic.”
In a moment the glowing of her axe’s double-headed blades has dimmed down to nothing, making it appear once again as just a normal labrys, before she places it back in the sling about her chest and sides. She turns fully toward the other equine, and her eyes are like a wave as they rise up and over her newfound companion, scouring her form. She sported a pearlescent horn and golden spikes in her mane, as sharp as any weapon. As sharp as any tongue, too, Antiope thought.
“I don’t believe there is a way through, unless you have got any ideas,” Antiope takes a step away from the wall, putting less distance between her and this stranger, and she thinks that there are so many reasons she wants to go beyond the ivy. As many reasons, she assumes, as it has for keeping her out. But she’s not sure her reasons are strong enough to keep her standing here. To see if it eventually reveals its secrets.
There is something else about her, though, as she stands there backed by the bridge and the water and the sky. Something wild and untamed and otherworldly. Perhaps it is the depth of her eyes or the shadows of her stripes, or the blood red she wears so casually splashed across her throat, in her hair, around her eyes. “You’re the first I’ve seen since coming out here.” Where were the rest?
Antiope grasps the handle of her axe a little harder, turning eyes as blue as the churning sea toward the girl who has come up behind her. There are no monsters swarming beneath the surface of her gaze, but it looks like there could be, looks like perhaps the lioness in her bones isn’t so far under her skin as she seems.
“No,” she replies, turning toward where her axe had struck the vines. Her blade, gifted by gods with a heat so bright and burning it could cut through most things, had made not a single mark on the wall of ivy. “My weapon has never failed me before. Whatever this is, it is magic—a strange, powerful magic.”
In a moment the glowing of her axe’s double-headed blades has dimmed down to nothing, making it appear once again as just a normal labrys, before she places it back in the sling about her chest and sides. She turns fully toward the other equine, and her eyes are like a wave as they rise up and over her newfound companion, scouring her form. She sported a pearlescent horn and golden spikes in her mane, as sharp as any weapon. As sharp as any tongue, too, Antiope thought.
“I don’t believe there is a way through, unless you have got any ideas,” Antiope takes a step away from the wall, putting less distance between her and this stranger, and she thinks that there are so many reasons she wants to go beyond the ivy. As many reasons, she assumes, as it has for keeping her out. But she’s not sure her reasons are strong enough to keep her standing here. To see if it eventually reveals its secrets.
There is something else about her, though, as she stands there backed by the bridge and the water and the sky. Something wild and untamed and otherworldly. Perhaps it is the depth of her eyes or the shadows of her stripes, or the blood red she wears so casually splashed across her throat, in her hair, around her eyes. “You’re the first I’ve seen since coming out here.” Where were the rest?
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a war is calling
the tides are turned
the tides are turned
