i searched the world to find you
Vaeri tests the Regent’s name aloud, as if tasting it for its authenticity. There is a smile upon her face, as though she approves of her name. Antiope isn’t sure what to make of it; she knows it denotes her as queenly, as a queen of warriors nonetheless. The gods certainly knew what they were doing when they named her.
“The same Antiope that is Denocte’s Regent?” the other woman asks, eyes gleaming. Antiope rolls her shoulder, brushing the words aside. They land roughly in the snow between them. It seems she is quite popular these days—everyone knows her name, even if they do not know her. It has been a long time since it has been like that. “Yes, the very same,” she responds.
But they don’t linger long on the subject of her position, as the focus moves to the shimmering, dancing, floating balls of light. Antiope listens as Vaeri explains what they are, and Antiope is intrigued. She has read and heard of fae, but has never come into contact with one before. She has to wonder, though, how they came to be on an island that has just risen from the sea. The Regent can’t remember them having been on it before.
Vaeri plays with the creatures as if they are kin, like foals on the streets of the court would play. How strange, she thinks. But, then again, she feels a strange affinity to the island as if it is alive itself. She can fault no one else for being familiar with tiny beings of light.
“Fickle, too, it seems,” Antiope comments idly as the things disappear among the trees, though just a moment ago they had been seemingly comfortable among the equines. But they are not why she is here. The striped woman has begun to wonder if no matter how often she returns to the island it will never give her the answers she seeks.
Still, it calls to her and still, she comes back to it again and again.
Hoping, one day, perhaps it will reveal its secrets to her.
Antiope watches as Vaeri conjures a small ball of light, though it doesn’t last for long, dissipating to nothing more but air in mere moments. She would almost argue that she is not only a creature of light, despite the obvious magic and the small glowing moon illusion she carries between her antlers.
Even Antiope, whose eyes glow golden when she uses her magic, and whose axe glows so bright it is nearly blinding, is more than merely a creature of light. She is chaos.
“So, you have heard of me. What do you do in the Court?” the Regent asks, sapphire eyes still focused on the other woman. There are no obvious scars, and the sense that Antiope gets from her does not speak soldier. She wonders what rank this blue hued mare carries, what it is that she does as a calling.
"Speaking."
“The same Antiope that is Denocte’s Regent?” the other woman asks, eyes gleaming. Antiope rolls her shoulder, brushing the words aside. They land roughly in the snow between them. It seems she is quite popular these days—everyone knows her name, even if they do not know her. It has been a long time since it has been like that. “Yes, the very same,” she responds.
But they don’t linger long on the subject of her position, as the focus moves to the shimmering, dancing, floating balls of light. Antiope listens as Vaeri explains what they are, and Antiope is intrigued. She has read and heard of fae, but has never come into contact with one before. She has to wonder, though, how they came to be on an island that has just risen from the sea. The Regent can’t remember them having been on it before.
Vaeri plays with the creatures as if they are kin, like foals on the streets of the court would play. How strange, she thinks. But, then again, she feels a strange affinity to the island as if it is alive itself. She can fault no one else for being familiar with tiny beings of light.
“Fickle, too, it seems,” Antiope comments idly as the things disappear among the trees, though just a moment ago they had been seemingly comfortable among the equines. But they are not why she is here. The striped woman has begun to wonder if no matter how often she returns to the island it will never give her the answers she seeks.
Still, it calls to her and still, she comes back to it again and again.
Hoping, one day, perhaps it will reveal its secrets to her.
Antiope watches as Vaeri conjures a small ball of light, though it doesn’t last for long, dissipating to nothing more but air in mere moments. She would almost argue that she is not only a creature of light, despite the obvious magic and the small glowing moon illusion she carries between her antlers.
Even Antiope, whose eyes glow golden when she uses her magic, and whose axe glows so bright it is nearly blinding, is more than merely a creature of light. She is chaos.
“So, you have heard of me. What do you do in the Court?” the Regent asks, sapphire eyes still focused on the other woman. There are no obvious scars, and the sense that Antiope gets from her does not speak soldier. She wonders what rank this blue hued mare carries, what it is that she does as a calling.
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a war is calling
the tides are turned
the tides are turned
