Posted by ANTIOPE on March 12, 2008, 8:04 pm, in reply to "answering the call"
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The fire burns with a purity unmatched, sterilizing the environment, and yet tainting with wisps of smoke. She watches with rapt fascination as the crimson blooms cascade through Hypatia's eyes, body, though her very breath. There is no warmth, which is odd, but adrenaline rises in the warrioress, and so she feels an increase in temperature nonetheless. She watches as the smoldering tongues of flame dance wicked and tempting, and though nothing burns, smoke still rises. Gray, whispering tendrils that mimic a dragon's breath, and it is beautiful to watch the hazy colors mute the world around her.
Antiope is charmed, like a snake.
She takes a step closer, and the flames touch her. There is no burning sensation as she might expect, and instantly she is allured. What sort of magik is this that can ignite without scalding? It is metaphorical she thinks, though her abilities of thought are still simple and untrained. But somehow this is meaningful, the way the other mare's flames reach out like hands, probing, curious.
Then Hypatia speaks, and Antiope's golden eyes finally lift from the blood-red flickering to meet the mare's own gaze. Hypatia's voice is soft yet strong, and the paint mare finds contentment in the encounter. Her own voice is rough and dusty from her travels, but warms quickly. There is an accent there, one of warmer climates, deserts even, and ageless histories. "Curious..." she repeats the word softly, nodding hesitantly as she does so. "Yes, I am curious. Tell me, how do you wield the mighty flame? What powers do you have, what skills have you acquired?"
this isn't my first second chance
but at this point, who's counting?
ANTIOPE
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