something wicked this way comes - Ophanim & Ciara

[Anaxarete]

A N A X A R E T E. Anaxarete had not forgotten. Time meant little to one who had already seen over 100 years. She knew that there was little that truly required any urgency.  Plus, she knew that young ones didn’t often come into their true power until they were of age. Such was the case for most of her children, at least.  She was curious, however, to see how Ophanim had coped with raising the child. He’d been in such a state last time they’d met. Not that she cared at all for his well being. No, Anaxerete was interested in the child and the potential she’d felt beneath the surface of the egg that incubated her. The shadow-mare cares little for formalities and has no respect for the borders of these new kingdoms. Once upon a time she’d been a diplomat - she’d been bound by rules and protocol and expectation. Not any more. There was nothing that bound her now. So she simply appeared in the center of Sylva in a swirl of shadow and darkness. The shadows did not disappear as she emerged from them, instead they wound around her like sentient smoke. With so little open space in Sylva, she is aware that her presence may not be immediately known. “Ophanim,” she says, both aloud and mentally - ensuring he would hear her no matter what.  “Come, Ophanim. Bring me my daughter...” Her voice is cold, but insistent.  This is not an optional request.  And with that, she waits, resting a hind leg as the smoky shadows continue to weave themselves around her cold body. queen of the shadows.

 

@[Ophanim]