05-14-2015, 11:24 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
If she didn't have Yael with her, Cam would have appeared right next to Eight, or as a bathing beauty in some nearby stream in the middle of the Valley. She'd have had no compunctions whatsoever about suddenly popping up in the land, because Eight would know it for what it was – a visit from her, just her, a reunion that's been a long time coming.
But as it is, it's going to be exactly the opposite. She is absolutely not ready to let Yael know the relationship that she and Eight have, and to that end, it's going to be very much like two high schoolers on a field trip under the watchful eye of a nun. Don't misunderstand, she doesn't begrudge Yael coming along – she'd love for the mare to see what the Valley's become, see that they're a worthy ally, and one day help Pevensie see it too. Goodness knows, both Camrynn and Eight want to draw their kingdoms closer, although their reasons have little to do with diplomacy.
It just doesn't do to NOT fully support your lover's kingdom, ya know?
She and Yael have flown here, Camrynn growing resplendent wings with red, gold, and black feathers just for the purpose. It's a lovely day for a flight, and she enjoys it. If it had been anywhere else but the Valley, she might have even be sad to see their flight end. But she knows that Eight is here, knows that he's in residence here, and she can't wait to see him again.
She isn't (never has been and never will be) the kind of mare who pines, the kind of mare who sits at home and waits for her man to return. She's far too proactive for that, and she knows that's part of why he loves her. But at the same time, it's been a long time since they've seen each other, and she is glad that it's about to end.
Even if they need to keep the meeting as tame as possible for Yael's sake.
Perhaps the golden mare could try to seek out the abstract true memory of Camrynn and Eight's relationship. Perhaps she could find something out without digging through their minds. But their love was born and nourished in a secret cave carved into the heart of mountains, a place that no one but the two of them (and Evrae) has ever seen. Yael would most likely have to dive into Camrynn's mind or Eight's to pick out the truth of the relationship – and she doubts the golden woman is willing to do that.
And so she lands, folding the beautiful wings to her sides. She looks little different since the last time they met, still black and beautiful, mane and tail long and free of tangles. She still wears his diamonds proud upon her cheek. But now she also wears a gilded crook-and-flail proud and golden across her chest. This is the mark she was given during the Deserts throne competition, the mark that defined her as a finalist, and she finds it suits her nicely as a ruler.
She looks to Yael with a quiet glance and a small smile, wondering what the woman thinks about being here. And then, in a private conversation that Yael will not be able to overhear, she reaches out telepathically to Eight. Honey, I'm home. she teases, her mental voice every bit as velvety as her real one, her tone playful, gentle, flirtatious, and with an undercurrent of the strange deep love they share all rolled into one. I did have to bring a chaperone. she says with a mental chuckle, sending him the gentle knowledge of Yael's presence. We're on an official visit from the Deserts. But you and I should really talk after – we've got so much to discuss.
And with that she is silent. She knows he'll know, and she knows he'll come.
But as it is, it's going to be exactly the opposite. She is absolutely not ready to let Yael know the relationship that she and Eight have, and to that end, it's going to be very much like two high schoolers on a field trip under the watchful eye of a nun. Don't misunderstand, she doesn't begrudge Yael coming along – she'd love for the mare to see what the Valley's become, see that they're a worthy ally, and one day help Pevensie see it too. Goodness knows, both Camrynn and Eight want to draw their kingdoms closer, although their reasons have little to do with diplomacy.
It just doesn't do to NOT fully support your lover's kingdom, ya know?
She and Yael have flown here, Camrynn growing resplendent wings with red, gold, and black feathers just for the purpose. It's a lovely day for a flight, and she enjoys it. If it had been anywhere else but the Valley, she might have even be sad to see their flight end. But she knows that Eight is here, knows that he's in residence here, and she can't wait to see him again.
She isn't (never has been and never will be) the kind of mare who pines, the kind of mare who sits at home and waits for her man to return. She's far too proactive for that, and she knows that's part of why he loves her. But at the same time, it's been a long time since they've seen each other, and she is glad that it's about to end.
Even if they need to keep the meeting as tame as possible for Yael's sake.
Perhaps the golden mare could try to seek out the abstract true memory of Camrynn and Eight's relationship. Perhaps she could find something out without digging through their minds. But their love was born and nourished in a secret cave carved into the heart of mountains, a place that no one but the two of them (and Evrae) has ever seen. Yael would most likely have to dive into Camrynn's mind or Eight's to pick out the truth of the relationship – and she doubts the golden woman is willing to do that.
And so she lands, folding the beautiful wings to her sides. She looks little different since the last time they met, still black and beautiful, mane and tail long and free of tangles. She still wears his diamonds proud upon her cheek. But now she also wears a gilded crook-and-flail proud and golden across her chest. This is the mark she was given during the Deserts throne competition, the mark that defined her as a finalist, and she finds it suits her nicely as a ruler.
She looks to Yael with a quiet glance and a small smile, wondering what the woman thinks about being here. And then, in a private conversation that Yael will not be able to overhear, she reaches out telepathically to Eight. Honey, I'm home. she teases, her mental voice every bit as velvety as her real one, her tone playful, gentle, flirtatious, and with an undercurrent of the strange deep love they share all rolled into one. I did have to bring a chaperone. she says with a mental chuckle, sending him the gentle knowledge of Yael's presence. We're on an official visit from the Deserts. But you and I should really talk after – we've got so much to discuss.
And with that she is silent. She knows he'll know, and she knows he'll come.
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery