Antiope
the voice begins to call you while you hunger
a taste of destiny you're searching for
the voice begins to call you while you hunger
a taste of destiny you're searching for
Was this destruction the result of a rebellion? Or simply an act of power, or solidarity. To prove that the Night Court is strong and cannot be held by simple walls. A part of her wishes that she had been here to witness such a feat. To see the beast that felled the gate, to ask why. Ah, if why is not the greatest mystery of all the worlds across all times. The great unanswerable question. Her heart, strangely, is saddened by all this rubble.
It could have been something great, and now it will be nothing but dust, in time, returned to the earth.
“Hopefully,” she begins, voice low and thoughtful, “we will never have to see the day.” It is all she can ask for really. Does everyone not wish for peace and understanding? It is foolish, perhaps, to think that nothing like this could ever happen again… walls can be built, tyrants can come into power, but you can only remain strong in the face of adversity. Antiope, though she came to this world to lay down her axe (figuratively, of course), knows that she would do whatever it takes to defend her people.
Her sapphire eyes follow Morrighan’s gaze as it looks down the path that leads through the mountains and beyond. “Have you ventured out there? To other Courts?” the other woman asks, and the Regent wonders why the Warden is here, if she doesn’t plan to ever take the first step beyond their invisible borders. “No,” she responds, “not yet.” But she says it like a promise, and her eyes are sharp and bright and clear.
“One day, when the time is right.” One day, when she is needed for more than just being here for her people, to watch over them, to guide them. That is when she will go. Antiope doesn’t know when it will be, but she doesn’t think that day is today.
The striped woman turns back to her companion, considering the other mare for a moment. “I don’t think there is anything else to learn by being out here,” she’s still trying to forget the judgemental gaze of the remnants of the raven that had once stood guard over the gate, “What do you say we head back.” Her gaze slides back toward where the road cuts through the trees, “Unless you’d rather...?”
There’s a sparkle in her eyes of something like mischief, or daring, but she turns away from the rubble and the roadway regardless. Her destination now is home, as she takes the first steps back. But her promise lingers there in her mind, all the way back. One day… one day.
"Speaking."
It could have been something great, and now it will be nothing but dust, in time, returned to the earth.
“Hopefully,” she begins, voice low and thoughtful, “we will never have to see the day.” It is all she can ask for really. Does everyone not wish for peace and understanding? It is foolish, perhaps, to think that nothing like this could ever happen again… walls can be built, tyrants can come into power, but you can only remain strong in the face of adversity. Antiope, though she came to this world to lay down her axe (figuratively, of course), knows that she would do whatever it takes to defend her people.
Her sapphire eyes follow Morrighan’s gaze as it looks down the path that leads through the mountains and beyond. “Have you ventured out there? To other Courts?” the other woman asks, and the Regent wonders why the Warden is here, if she doesn’t plan to ever take the first step beyond their invisible borders. “No,” she responds, “not yet.” But she says it like a promise, and her eyes are sharp and bright and clear.
“One day, when the time is right.” One day, when she is needed for more than just being here for her people, to watch over them, to guide them. That is when she will go. Antiope doesn’t know when it will be, but she doesn’t think that day is today.
The striped woman turns back to her companion, considering the other mare for a moment. “I don’t think there is anything else to learn by being out here,” she’s still trying to forget the judgemental gaze of the remnants of the raven that had once stood guard over the gate, “What do you say we head back.” Her gaze slides back toward where the road cuts through the trees, “Unless you’d rather...?”
There’s a sparkle in her eyes of something like mischief, or daring, but she turns away from the rubble and the roadway regardless. Her destination now is home, as she takes the first steps back. But her promise lingers there in her mind, all the way back. One day… one day.
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a war is calling
the tides are turned
the tides are turned
