i searched the world to find you
Antiope is scarcely expecting the strange lights to lead her to another equine, but they do. On this island, that is not like home but like a vision of all the Other things that make the Regent who she is, she manages to be led to company. Perhaps it is trying to tell her something about being alone, even though everything she has come to know about this island is strange magic and wicked isolation.
As she steps into the clearing, Antiope is greeted by the lights, which glide over to her, dance through the air, and, does she hear them laughing? The other woman walks over, colored like midnight with a moon resting between her antlers, and introduces herself. She speaks of the lights as if they are some sort of creature, but they are nothing like any creature Antiope has seen before.
“Excuse me, did you say ‘they?’” she asks, but something about the way the mare closes the distance between them makes her gaze sharper, keener. She turns her eyes away from the lights, whatever they may be, to the woman who calls herself Vaeri.
Surprisingly, this Vaeri reminds her of the equines from the jungle that she once called home.
Though her coloring certainly would have made her a target among the trees, she seems like someone comfortable among the shadows. Someone comfortable going unseen and unheard. The equines in the jungle had been wonderfully talented at camouflaging themselves—at becoming the proverbial fly on the wall.
“You can call me Antiope,” she responds, after a moment considering. There are many kinds of curiosity out there. Some, she thinks, are liable to get you into more trouble than others. And she can’t help but wonder what sort of curiosity is this woman’s specialty.
"Speaking."
As she steps into the clearing, Antiope is greeted by the lights, which glide over to her, dance through the air, and, does she hear them laughing? The other woman walks over, colored like midnight with a moon resting between her antlers, and introduces herself. She speaks of the lights as if they are some sort of creature, but they are nothing like any creature Antiope has seen before.
“Excuse me, did you say ‘they?’” she asks, but something about the way the mare closes the distance between them makes her gaze sharper, keener. She turns her eyes away from the lights, whatever they may be, to the woman who calls herself Vaeri.
Surprisingly, this Vaeri reminds her of the equines from the jungle that she once called home.
Though her coloring certainly would have made her a target among the trees, she seems like someone comfortable among the shadows. Someone comfortable going unseen and unheard. The equines in the jungle had been wonderfully talented at camouflaging themselves—at becoming the proverbial fly on the wall.
“You can call me Antiope,” she responds, after a moment considering. There are many kinds of curiosity out there. Some, she thinks, are liable to get you into more trouble than others. And she can’t help but wonder what sort of curiosity is this woman’s specialty.
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a war is calling
the tides are turned
the tides are turned
