i searched the world to find you
“Somewhere else,” Antiope says and although she is too far into the island to hear the ocean crashing against its shores, she can almost imagine it. She can almost imagine the first time she heard the sea, standing, alive, in the middle of Corellon. “But it had the sea. I was born next to the sea,” high upon a cliff, within a marble temple surrounded by gods, “I lived somewhere far from it, however.”
In a jungle, with a canopy dense and green and a people fierce and bold.
The Regent can’t say which place shaped her more, which is more of her. She is both places. Both the sea, and the marble—the jungle and the shadows. Perhaps that is why the island calls to her so, speaks so strongly to her soul, because it is not just one thing but many. It is changing, and shifting, and strange and magical.
Antiope looks at Vaeri as she wonders about the world beyond Novus’ borders. She has never been a drifter but the wanderlust is easily seen in this girl’s blue eyes. The tigress wonders how long the court can possibly contain her; how long it can possibly keep her interest. It seems there is so much more else in the world she would rather see than what is offered to her here.
Perhaps that is why she left the mountains, when her family is there, her history, her home. If everything Antiope knew was still back in that world, alive and well, she never would have left it. But she can’t fault a young girl her own type of restlessness.
“The world is full of different lands,” the Regent says, blue eyes turning on the island surrounding them, “Those of us not from Novus had to have come from somewhere.” She thinks of the festival that had been held this past season in Denocte, and how one of the altars had been for a golden skinned woman with amethyst eyes.
Distinctly, she remembers an inscription saying something that the woman had crossed into another time, another realm. Some of the patrons who had stopped to look had whispered of her ability to cut through time and space with a dagger she had worn around her neck, though the inscription mostly likely had a double meaning for both her ability and her passing. It is a fascinating, curious thing, regardless.
Antiope thinks of all the times she has been to this island and cannot help but wonder how many more times she will return to it in the future. “I have been to the island a few times, before,” Will it change again, or will it stay the same? How can she possibly know? That alone is like a dare, as though the island is asking her, “how can you possibly stay away?”
"Speaking."
In a jungle, with a canopy dense and green and a people fierce and bold.
The Regent can’t say which place shaped her more, which is more of her. She is both places. Both the sea, and the marble—the jungle and the shadows. Perhaps that is why the island calls to her so, speaks so strongly to her soul, because it is not just one thing but many. It is changing, and shifting, and strange and magical.
Antiope looks at Vaeri as she wonders about the world beyond Novus’ borders. She has never been a drifter but the wanderlust is easily seen in this girl’s blue eyes. The tigress wonders how long the court can possibly contain her; how long it can possibly keep her interest. It seems there is so much more else in the world she would rather see than what is offered to her here.
Perhaps that is why she left the mountains, when her family is there, her history, her home. If everything Antiope knew was still back in that world, alive and well, she never would have left it. But she can’t fault a young girl her own type of restlessness.
“The world is full of different lands,” the Regent says, blue eyes turning on the island surrounding them, “Those of us not from Novus had to have come from somewhere.” She thinks of the festival that had been held this past season in Denocte, and how one of the altars had been for a golden skinned woman with amethyst eyes.
Distinctly, she remembers an inscription saying something that the woman had crossed into another time, another realm. Some of the patrons who had stopped to look had whispered of her ability to cut through time and space with a dagger she had worn around her neck, though the inscription mostly likely had a double meaning for both her ability and her passing. It is a fascinating, curious thing, regardless.
Antiope thinks of all the times she has been to this island and cannot help but wonder how many more times she will return to it in the future. “I have been to the island a few times, before,” Will it change again, or will it stay the same? How can she possibly know? That alone is like a dare, as though the island is asking her, “how can you possibly stay away?”
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a war is calling
the tides are turned
the tides are turned
