“train your soul to remember where the weapon and the world divide”
Had Isra picked her because Antiope had shown her that death is necessary? Had she been chosen because of the black, burning, buzzing thing they had freed that had killed the thing that had needed to die.
Perhaps Antiope will never know, now that Isra is leaving. Perhaps she does not want to know, because if that is why then it only reinforces the truth that she already knows. She was made for death, and war, and killing, and she will never be made for anything else. But she does not want to lead these people into the fate designed for her.
The Regent hopes it is not true.
“Thank you, Morrighan,” Antiope responds, truly grateful for the woman’s faith. It is not her ability to lead that she is concerned about. She knows she can lead, she knows she has the capacity to care for and protect those who need it. It is the unknowns that are keeping her up at night. And that damned moon, imprinting in her thoughts like an eye.
She’s glad when the conversation takes a turn to Regency, and who will take her position. Curious, to find that the Warden might be interested in stepping up to fill it after it has been vacated. Antiope carefully watches the other woman’s expression, as she seems to be thinking about something. When she asks what it is exactly Antiope would want in a Regent, it’s her turn to think.
The striped woman has never had a second-in-command, as it were. In her old world, there was only her when she lead the jungle kingdom to battle. There was no one to stand beside her, nobody to support her or to help her make the best decisions.
She had been alone in it.
So what is she looking for, in something like that?
“I suppose I would want whoever fills the position to care about the court, to have everyone’s best interests in mind,” Antiope says, turning her eyes on the equines passing them on the street as she talks. “They deserve a Regent who is reliable, and discerning, and understanding of their needs.” The woman’s gaze flickers, almost shutters like a camera lens, as she thinks about what she’s really describing.
Gods.
Have so many really let them down that this is what it has come to? Looking for comfort and guidance in other ways. “I would just want someone who I can trust with these people,” her voice is carefully composed, but inside she is distant. For a long dark moment she wonders why they even follow the gods at all.
“Speaking.”
Perhaps Antiope will never know, now that Isra is leaving. Perhaps she does not want to know, because if that is why then it only reinforces the truth that she already knows. She was made for death, and war, and killing, and she will never be made for anything else. But she does not want to lead these people into the fate designed for her.
The Regent hopes it is not true.
“Thank you, Morrighan,” Antiope responds, truly grateful for the woman’s faith. It is not her ability to lead that she is concerned about. She knows she can lead, she knows she has the capacity to care for and protect those who need it. It is the unknowns that are keeping her up at night. And that damned moon, imprinting in her thoughts like an eye.
She’s glad when the conversation takes a turn to Regency, and who will take her position. Curious, to find that the Warden might be interested in stepping up to fill it after it has been vacated. Antiope carefully watches the other woman’s expression, as she seems to be thinking about something. When she asks what it is exactly Antiope would want in a Regent, it’s her turn to think.
The striped woman has never had a second-in-command, as it were. In her old world, there was only her when she lead the jungle kingdom to battle. There was no one to stand beside her, nobody to support her or to help her make the best decisions.
She had been alone in it.
So what is she looking for, in something like that?
“I suppose I would want whoever fills the position to care about the court, to have everyone’s best interests in mind,” Antiope says, turning her eyes on the equines passing them on the street as she talks. “They deserve a Regent who is reliable, and discerning, and understanding of their needs.” The woman’s gaze flickers, almost shutters like a camera lens, as she thinks about what she’s really describing.
Gods.
Have so many really let them down that this is what it has come to? Looking for comfort and guidance in other ways. “I would just want someone who I can trust with these people,” her voice is carefully composed, but inside she is distant. For a long dark moment she wonders why they even follow the gods at all.
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a war is calling
the tides are turned
the tides are turned
