04-13-2015, 10:16 PM
 Because we can. So, about Cress' mother. Out of all the things that Camrynn has done, she regrets exactly none of them. Least of all the things she did to Kindling. I mean, the mare had QUITE LITERALLY asked for it. Maybe not the part where Camrynn had resurrected her dead ex-lover (reanimated Osric had been quite the treat, for her at least) but definitely the part where she'd begged for a new identity, begged to forget everything and start fresh. And Camrynn, merciful creature that she is, had been happy to grant the request. All she'd asked in return was a favor, and she'd even let Kindling off easy with that. The mare had been meant as a gift for Eight. Camrynn had sent her to the Valley, knowing that she had history there but not really caring. She'd just cared that she wanted to do something nice for Eight, while he was off on his interstellar wanderings. She knew he'd come back, and she did the equivalent of having dinner on the stove for when he got there. But naturally, Kindling hadn't held up her end of the bargain, and really, Cam feels like she just hasn't quite wiped out her debt. Cam is never biased about such things. She isn’t surprised when she hears the girl's thoughts echoing around the meadow. Camrynn is rarely surprised by things, at least not mortal things. She doesn't even feel bad about it; Kindling had quite literally begged her, she'd just taken pity and agreed. And taken a favor in return. Before she even leaves the Deserts, she knows things about the child. She can feel the gift of healing that sits within her heart like a warm stone, a sweet, almost tender type of magic that immediately draws Camrynn in. The girl's history unfolds in the magician's mind like a storybook, pages flipping past impossibly quickly and yet she comprehends it all. Poor thing, to think her parents are dead, she thinks without true sadness. It is better this way, better for her to think them dead and gone than to know the truth. Or, at least, it's better for now. Camrynn has a way of staying mum on sensitive topics until bringing it up is of most advantage to her. With a sigh she appears on the fringes of the meadow, in the trees and well out of sight of the girl. True to her promise to Yael, she appears in her true form. She is black, the kind of true sheen-black that is almost never seen on real horses. Her mane and tail are impossibly detangled, floating gently on the breeze, her tail full and easily long enough to brush the ground. Her eyes are a delicate shade of green-gold today, a homage to the gentle beauty of the waning summer. A proud crook and flail shine metallic gold across her chest, and a delicate line of gemstones traces like a necklace across her cheek. She approaches the girl with an easy grace, her footfalls naturally quiet, but not so silent as to be unheard. She says nothing, moving to stand beside Kindling's daughter, to join her in looking out across the meadow. "Impressive, isn't it?" she says with a sleek smile as she glances to Cress. Her voice is like velvet, warm, welcoming, and infinitely pleasant. As usual, she holds all the cards in this conversation – and she's got aces up her sleeves and a stacked deck. "First time here?" she glances to the girl again as she speaks, but it is the easy glance of a potential friend, not the predatory glance that you might expect from a magician like Camrynn. She looks directly at Cress now, and her smile is sweet. "You just look like someone who's a long way from home." C A M R Y N N Why? Because I can Image copyright MariannaInsomnia |