Posted by HYPATIA on March 13, 2008, 4:36 pm, in reply to "like a telephone"
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"Reserve your right to think,
for even to think wrongly
is better than not to think at all."
Hypatia has found few that are attracted to her fire, that move with the steady rhythm of her burning flames. Few are of fire that are scholars especially, though there are two now, for fire burns. Fire hurts. But fire is everything. Was fire not the beginning of civilization? Did not Prometheus give fire to the mortals against the avarice of the Gods? And now Hypatia held that flame, rocked it in her gentle mind, let it fill her soul.
And obviously it had charmed another.
Hypatia never thought herself a mother, a friend, a confidante, but that is what she is growing to be. Her voice is a once smooth and strong, compassionate but alluring. Hypatia finds it rough though, not innocent, or perfect, or charming. But the fire mare is concentrating on Antiope, on the way her body sways and her eyes follow the flames into her own eyes.
Kindly, with her head tilted in a listening manner, the Apprentice thinks over the other mares questions. “I completed tasks, as of others, and I was chosen.” For Hypatia had not thought of her Element, and the Fire had called to her suddenly then. “The Fire chose me. But some know which Element they prefer before they are called.” She smelled the mare, her nostrils flaring with the scent. She smelt of deserts. She sounded like sand. “You like the Fire.” Hypatia wonders if it will choose the other mare. “I am Hypatia of the Fire. It has given me its powers, and I hope to use them to learn.” It was an odd greeting for Hypatia, but she somehow felt it fit. “You are new here. And with an eye on scholarly pursuits. Where do you come from?”
F i re II
lvl I apprentice
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