[P] to be the sun

[Antiope]

Antiope

and fate may fall down upon you

She doesn’t respond, at first, to the other woman’s observation but it is easy to see Morrighan’s curiosity in her immortality, the moment her attention shifts when it is mentioned, even vaguely. Antiope in turn is curious why. Does the idea of immortality only interest her, or are her intentions deeper than that?

Many of the equines from her homeland considered her immortality as goddess-like. It is part of why many worshipped her, revered her, feared her. And although her immortality had once saved her life, she had never been purposely reckless with it on the battlefield. If she would have gotten careless, she would have been taken down, even if it wouldn’t have killed her.

“I have always been this way,” she says, after a moment of observing the Warden’s expression. What is it, shifting behind that inquiring tilt of her head? Longing, perhaps? Antiope is familiar with longing, for things lost especially, and it makes her wonder if perhaps Morrighan had once been immortal and for some reason no longer is. “Ever since my birth.”

She doesn’t elaborate, mostly because she doesn’t feel a need to. If it is not obvious by now that her magic comes from some godly place then why would her immortality also not have? Antiope does not mention the circumstances of her birth, as she prefers to call it—so much better than creation, so much more real—because it doesn’t seem important to the topic at hand.

What does it matter, that she was not born a child of a womb, but carved from marbled and breathed to life with magic?

"Speaking."

@Morrighan

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