[P] to be the sun

[Antiope]

Antiope

and fate may fall down upon you

Antiope wonders, idly, how one can used to be immortal, and glances at the Warden with sharp and keen eyes. But when she considers how, strangely, inexplicably, coming to this land had nearly stripped her completely of her magic’s strength, then perhaps it does make sense. Perhaps, she thinks, Morrighan was just not as lucky. Or, maybe it is just that Antiope had been the lucky one.

She doesn’t press the subject, because it seems a more tender one to broach for the other woman. If Antiope had the answers that Morrighan sought, she would offer them up, but she does not. There is no response she can give to satisfy the want the Warden carries, but if there is a way to gain magic and creatures with magical bonds to you then surely there must be a way to gain immortality as well.

The snow begins to drift down from the sky again. Whether because the effects of Antiope’s magic are finally fading away or because another storm has simply begun it’s difficult to say. The sky is still thick and full of clouds. Morrighan’s offer surprises her, and for a moment she simply watches the other woman walk toward the court.

Whatever the Regent had expected to come of these silly, childish races, it was certainly not an olive branch, nor something faintly resembling a friendship. “My treat,” she says at last, catching up to the mare’s side, “loser buys, right?” Antiope flashes a sharp smile, as their steps lead them further and further into the distance.

"Speaking."

@Morrighan and done

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