Posted on November 18, 2021 at 08:33:01 PM by ANATH
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In her earlier days, Anath would be inclined to feel a jealousy towards anyone who dared make an attempt at her seat. She was the general of the Peak, and in her mind, she always would be. Old generals don’t die, you understand-- they simply go to hell and regroup. It had been a long time, though, and Anath had long begun to recognize her own mortality. At Róisín’s age she’d been invincible. Now, that was maybe not the case. Those early days were gone, and Anath’s duties had changed out of necessity. Now she feels a fondness for those ambitious enough to look for that seat, and to take the responsibility of leadership upon their shoulders. Anath was finally beginning to understand just how important it would be to mentor the young, and teach them well. Róisín, and the women of her generation, would be their future. In Anath’s mind, Bane’s generation had already failed. Siobhan broke a smile. The champagne mare doesn’t necessarily relax, but she’s less on edge than moments before. Being in the Inlet after all this time doesn’t feel like a homecoming, but something else. Maybe it’s that which sets the champagne mare on edge. There were so many ghosts here. Anath’s focus returns to the red mare, willing Rodion’s voice out of her head. In all this time, she hadn’t forgotten how it sounded. Nearly she wished she had. Nearly. At least she has company, a reason to be in the moment. Anath grounded herself. “The Peak is lead by three, voted in by the population. The Code Breaker is the lead politician, the General is the lead warrior. The Prime Minister sits at the helm of them all,” Anath hopes her explanation brings some light to the nervous mother. “Important yes, but I wouldn’t say it’s dangerous right now.” The champagne mare paused to scratch at her foreleg. “Things on the islands are peaceful, and there are two former Generals in the Peak to help her learn.” Anath being one, Oswin the other. She hopes that it’s enough to put Siobhan’s mind at ease. Is it common for someone to run uncontested, the champagne mare’s head tipped from one side to the other as she considers, searching her memory. “It is, and it isn’t. Sometimes it’s a sign of respect, sometimes it’s because things in the Peak are quiet.” Anath can remember times in which she ran for the seat alone, others in which she’d been challenged. Things shifted as the seasons-- the only thing certain was uncertainty. “Our numbers are growing, and stronger than they have been in recent memory.” A brief pause as Anath thought to herself, gaze casting out over the Inlet once more. Somewhere far off, she can see the shadow of a slight stallion-- no. He wasn’t real. Just another ghost, one that she’d have to will away. That gaze returned to Siobhan, and the battle-worn mare offers a smile. “You should come visit sometime, if you’d like.” The bond between this woman and her daughter was one that Anath could relate to, but only from Róisín’s side. Anath would miss her (step)mother for as long as she lived. Bandit had come to visit the Peak once, and the general had been elated. There was something about being able to show the woman that raised you just what you were growing up to be. “In the meantime, Oswin is due to be elected Prime Minister, she’s a former General. I’m here as well, and I served many years in that seat. Róisín is in good hands,” Anath could only hope that this was enough to put Siobhan’s mind at ease. The relationship between mothers and daughters, between mothers and their children, was one that she hadn’t decoded for herself. Maybe it would do her well to learn from the snowflaked mare too. Anath "HEROES GET REMEMBERED LEGENDS NEVER DIE " |
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- and here you are, living, despite it all [x] - By Siobhan December 12, 2021 at 02:33:59 PM
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