Antiope
and fate may fall down upon you
Antiope could have easily held her magic strong for the entire length of the race, for all the short minutes it would have taken them to reach Bram and get back to the hilltop. Once, Antiope had used her magic through entire battles: long, hard-fought. She tries not to think about the things her magic had once been capable of, of the things she had done with it. How different it is, to use it only to race.
There is a part of her, perhaps the part that is still pacing inside her bones, that feels like this is purposeless. Her magic… her magic can do so many wonderful, powerful, terrifying things.
This is why she does not do them.
The Regent turns to Morrighan as she howls her victory, neither out of breath nor with tired muscles. Other than the stands of her hair which have come loose from her buns, falling around her face and against her neck, there is hardly any indication at all that she had been running. The disturbed covering of snow on the ground, however, gives a much different picture of what had transpired out here.
“Perhaps we should work on your sportsmanship rather than your endurance,” Antiope remarks as the Warden nudges her shoulder. Morrighan’s bragging brings to mind the competitions she has seen foals carrying on within the court walls, though she doesn’t voice the comparison out loud.
“But,” she says with sharp eyes, “It is impossible for me to be getting too old.” She does not age, and never will. Antiope is the same age now as she was when the gods first made her. The same age as she was a year ago when she first arrived in Novus.
And regardless of the other woman’s boasting and jesting, it is clear to see that whatever might have been bothering her earlier when Antiope had first come upon Morrighan and her bonded is no longer on her mind. She may have sacrificed an easy win (surely, the Warden must have some suspicion? Or perhaps her ego is simply that great) but if her companion’s attitude is improved then it was surely worth it.
@Morrighan
a war is calling
the tides are turned
the tides are turned