07-28-2015, 08:57 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
Nothing has changed, Tantalize says, and Camrynn smiles.
Camrynn smiles because Camrynn is change. Chaos ebbs and flows around her, eddying like so many whirlpools. She marches through it, cutting like a knife through butter, a single fixed point in a chaotic galaxy. But perhaps not single – no, there are others like her (but none quite like her), others who force the world (the universe, the entirety of existence) to spin within their orbit. They are the magicians, the points of light in the darkness, the posts that hold the world afloat. This – all of this – is theirs to manipulate as they will.
Oh Tantalize, no secret is safe. Hide your dreams, your diary in the deepest depths of your mind. Bury your mental filing cabinets and burn the index cards – if Camrynn wants them (and she does), she will always find them (always, always, always).
"Tantalize." she tastes the name on her lips, deciding to reply to the mare's greeting before diving into her second comment. Coming from Camrynn's lips, it sounds like the most innocent sin. She grins, a Cheshire-cat smile. "A pleasure." and she means it, really she does – because it's always a pleasure. She might know you more intimately than you know yourself, she might turn you inside out in her mind, on her whim, but dammit, she'll always enjoy it.
She's not cruel, although it may seem quite the contrary. She's a seeker of knowledge, more the mad scientist archetype than anything else. She pushes the boundaries of logic, reason, morality, everything in pursuit of knowing more. She has always been this way: how far can she push it? How far can she go? What are the limits of her magic? What are the limits of others' magic? This is her quest, to learn and understand, to unfold the world.
She sighs. "Yes, same old same old." Her voice is light, playful. She looks out across the horizon of the meadow, briefly tempted to fade it into nothingness, or into everythingness, or into Tantalize's jungle. But she lets it remain. "Same old Beqanna…where, as you say, nothing has changed, and yet-" she pauses abruptly, her voice almost catching with the suddenness of it. She looks back to her companion. "And yet, everything's changed." her voice is softer now, almost gentle. Her smile is softer too.
And it's true, the words she speaks. It's true because Beqanna is chaos, because Beqanna is in a constant state of tearing itself apart. There is nothing that is constant in Beqanna, but the lack of consistency. Even the magicians come and go, blowing in and out like so many leaves on the breeze. But at least in the inconsistency, the incredible strangeness there is a rhythm and a logic.
After all, doesn't expecting the unexpected make the unexpected…expected?
Camrynn smiles because Camrynn is change. Chaos ebbs and flows around her, eddying like so many whirlpools. She marches through it, cutting like a knife through butter, a single fixed point in a chaotic galaxy. But perhaps not single – no, there are others like her (but none quite like her), others who force the world (the universe, the entirety of existence) to spin within their orbit. They are the magicians, the points of light in the darkness, the posts that hold the world afloat. This – all of this – is theirs to manipulate as they will.
Oh Tantalize, no secret is safe. Hide your dreams, your diary in the deepest depths of your mind. Bury your mental filing cabinets and burn the index cards – if Camrynn wants them (and she does), she will always find them (always, always, always).
"Tantalize." she tastes the name on her lips, deciding to reply to the mare's greeting before diving into her second comment. Coming from Camrynn's lips, it sounds like the most innocent sin. She grins, a Cheshire-cat smile. "A pleasure." and she means it, really she does – because it's always a pleasure. She might know you more intimately than you know yourself, she might turn you inside out in her mind, on her whim, but dammit, she'll always enjoy it.
She's not cruel, although it may seem quite the contrary. She's a seeker of knowledge, more the mad scientist archetype than anything else. She pushes the boundaries of logic, reason, morality, everything in pursuit of knowing more. She has always been this way: how far can she push it? How far can she go? What are the limits of her magic? What are the limits of others' magic? This is her quest, to learn and understand, to unfold the world.
She sighs. "Yes, same old same old." Her voice is light, playful. She looks out across the horizon of the meadow, briefly tempted to fade it into nothingness, or into everythingness, or into Tantalize's jungle. But she lets it remain. "Same old Beqanna…where, as you say, nothing has changed, and yet-" she pauses abruptly, her voice almost catching with the suddenness of it. She looks back to her companion. "And yet, everything's changed." her voice is softer now, almost gentle. Her smile is softer too.
And it's true, the words she speaks. It's true because Beqanna is chaos, because Beqanna is in a constant state of tearing itself apart. There is nothing that is constant in Beqanna, but the lack of consistency. Even the magicians come and go, blowing in and out like so many leaves on the breeze. But at least in the inconsistency, the incredible strangeness there is a rhythm and a logic.
After all, doesn't expecting the unexpected make the unexpected…expected?
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery