she knew what flames
she danced with
she danced with
Morrighan doesn't usually like to reflect. It can take up too much of her time and often she'll get too wrapped up in past emotions. Yet, as she stands here alone by the fires, her mind wanders. She throws some of the herbs (they're calling it "magic", but she knows it's not quite that special) into the flames and watches as they change from orange to green to black.
It had been last Spring that Antiope promoted her to Regent and it feels like so long ago. She had been so different then. For one, she had still been mortal. They were all getting used to the fact that Isra left them to go on some voyage to a world Morr had never heard of. Antiope had just been promoted Sovereign too. It had been shortly after Morr found Bram and she had just started seeing Al'Zahra.
Al'Zahra, the woman doesn't pass through her mind as much anymore, but from time to time she still makes her way through. There had been a time Morr tried to lose herself in bottles of alcohol to forget. Nothing seemed to work until she had a breakdown and realized Maeve wouldn't want to see her like this. She needed a mother not a monster, especially since Al'Zahra left them both in the fall. It also seemed so long ago that the two left for Dawn's festival and instead of coming back together, Maeve had been escorted by a Dawn soldier.
If she were a wolf, she would hunt the woman down and make her pay, but she is just a horse. A horse with the power to wield fire (even more strongly now) and that's perhaps her only weapon. Sure, part of her still wants to hunt her down and make her feel the same kind of pain that she did, but Maeve's face always seems to come through the cracks. Her precious daughter that would never hurt a fly.
Her gaze moves away from the fires to the young girl who is playing tag with some of the Dawn kids. It warms her heart to see Maeve happy, especially given all they went through on the island. Morr still has the bruises and the burns from fighting some of its demons, but Maeve likely has worse wounds that will take longer to heal. Morr will never forgive herself for it, but at least for now, her daughter is safe and happy.
Maeve has certainly changed the mare and for the better. There's nothing she wouldn't do for her daughter, even if it meant dying for her. Maybe some can see that, but it's taken a lot for her to even realize it in herself what being a mom is like.
So, here she is- a woman who has spent so long fighting for what she believed in and thought she loved (even burned forests down just to prove it), when all she needed was a daughter.
Who knew?
The Regent doesn't take her eyes off Maeve when Antiope walks over. She has since been painted over with bright designs thanks to Maeve and there is a flower crown of yellow and orange flowers on her head. She's not looking like herself, but maybe that's okay.
"Some party, huh?" she asks the mare. It's not like Morr to be so far from Denocte and Antiope probably knows this. Although she hadn't been so sure about leaving (and her stomach is still in knots about being away), it actually hasn't been that bad.
@Antiope <3
