| YOU CAN HEAR WHEN THE HEART STOPS.
The shadowmare cannot relate to this difficulty with memory. She had no difficulty with over a century of memories - the only one that had tampered with her memories was herself. But a smile does creep across her lips. Likely reassuring to Agetta, but oh that smile meant so much more to the shadowmare. Because as they spoke, Anaxarete again invaded the white mare’s mind. And she was utterly and completely absent from the other’s memories. “I must have been mistaken. I’m Anaxarete, you can call me Ana,” she replies, far to good naturedly to be normal for the dark dappled mare.
“Not to be invasive, but I sense you’re carrying twins,” she began, her cold glaze flickering from Agetta’s rounded sides to her face and back again. Agetta had always been sentimental about her children, and she assumed the same was true now. Agetta’s motherly instincts had always been stronger than Anaxarete’s. This was not something that the shadowmare lost sleep over. Instead, she continued - weaving her web ever tighter. “Something else we have in common,” the shadowmare offered - gesturing to her own swollen sides. Carrying her children herself was not something that Anaxarete did with any sense of frequency. Her magic gave her the ability to incubate her children externally which she very much prefered to pregnancy. But these children were special and she had decided to keep them close, which was somewhat out of character for her.
”Forgive me if this is too forward but, was the father a magician?” she asked, feigning curiosity. She only hoped it was enough for Agetta to take the bait. She would plant the seeds of doubt ever so carefully, ensuring the once-protector of the Gates had no indication that someone else was pulling the strings.
- A N A X A R E T E -
been there, done that |
