04-11-2015, 05:46 AM
Pevensie stands beside her fellow Queen, her adoptive daughter. She smiles, proud of Camrynn and happy for her.
When Pevensie now thinks of the weight thrust upon her broad shoulders, she does begin to doubt whether it was the right thing to enter the contest. After all, Pevensie has refused crowns before. Would she be a good Queen? Only time will tell that. However, she knows she has the credentials for the job. It's just whether or not her old soul has the stamina, the spiritual strength to carry on, that will be her challenge. It is early days yet though (not even full day actually) and she knows these worries are mostly the product of her sudden and rather abrupt change in circumstances. One moment she is care-free, no responsibilities or commitments beyond finding her next meal or conversation, the next she is charged with a kingdom to take care of and make prosper. To say it isn't a daunting thought would be a downright lie.
She is smiling, silent out of respect as Cam explains their situation. It must be a shock for the other members of the kingdom too, knowing that Yael was giving up the throne after so many steadfast years. Perhaps for some members of the kingdom, she has ruled for whole generations. It is both sad and thrilling in equal measure, yet Pevensie can fully appreciate that not all are accepting of change. They might have won the gods over, but they needed to win their kingdom over too. That, she understood, would be by far the harder job.
Cam continues, talks of the Amazons. Pevensie had always been a little sceptical of Scorch, the Amazonian Queen. There was something fierce about the fire-mare, domineering even. Two traits that you cannot accuse the buckskin sun-mare of possessing. However, this revelation about a possible take-over brings a gentle frown across her features. Certainly, the Amazons have tried it before in her lifetime. Their record on takeovers hasn't been clean, so the idea that they should try it again shocks her, but it does not surprise. She turns to Cammie, her features mingled with concern and disappointment that she would have accepted their offer - but now is not the time to discuss that. It should be done in private, Queen to Queen. Their reign is so new, so fragile, even if she has concerns they must be buried for now. At present, it is most pressing to appear united.
No sooner have these concerns been brought to their attention, then the black mare uses her magic to bring forth a guardian. The sphinx rises from the sand like a butterfly from cocoon. She jitters slightly at the sight of the strange creature, with a body of a lion and a human head sewn atop - as it Cam had dreamt the thing up from a Frankenstein novel. He moved pleasantly enough though, without threat, even joyously as he bounded with the spirit of a puppy.
"As Camrynn said before, I am Pevensie," she begins with a warm smile, awkwardly squeezing 'Camrynn' from her lips rather than the far sweeter name 'Cammie', yet they must grow up eventually. She knows this. There are many questions she has that need answering (like her colour change, her secret magical abilities that Pevensie knew nothing about), but they can address these at a later time. Right now, their people expect them to lead.
"Thank you Romek," she says sincerely, beaming and beginning to glow. He reminds her of Vanquish, the way he hold himself, his stature. She wonders, though of course she has no way of knowing for sure. "The Amazons have a history where colonies are concerned. In my lifetime alone, I have known them to take over the Falls'. I have known them to start wars. They are powerful, not to be underestimated, well organised too. I would know - I was one of them once. They are ambitious, why have an alliance when you can have a kingdom? Another army from which to better defend yourself and spread your power. I can see why the Deserts' would have made a useful string to their bow, so to speak."
She pauses then, eyes Camrynn directly now, "Thankfully they did not succeed."
When Pevensie now thinks of the weight thrust upon her broad shoulders, she does begin to doubt whether it was the right thing to enter the contest. After all, Pevensie has refused crowns before. Would she be a good Queen? Only time will tell that. However, she knows she has the credentials for the job. It's just whether or not her old soul has the stamina, the spiritual strength to carry on, that will be her challenge. It is early days yet though (not even full day actually) and she knows these worries are mostly the product of her sudden and rather abrupt change in circumstances. One moment she is care-free, no responsibilities or commitments beyond finding her next meal or conversation, the next she is charged with a kingdom to take care of and make prosper. To say it isn't a daunting thought would be a downright lie.
She is smiling, silent out of respect as Cam explains their situation. It must be a shock for the other members of the kingdom too, knowing that Yael was giving up the throne after so many steadfast years. Perhaps for some members of the kingdom, she has ruled for whole generations. It is both sad and thrilling in equal measure, yet Pevensie can fully appreciate that not all are accepting of change. They might have won the gods over, but they needed to win their kingdom over too. That, she understood, would be by far the harder job.
Cam continues, talks of the Amazons. Pevensie had always been a little sceptical of Scorch, the Amazonian Queen. There was something fierce about the fire-mare, domineering even. Two traits that you cannot accuse the buckskin sun-mare of possessing. However, this revelation about a possible take-over brings a gentle frown across her features. Certainly, the Amazons have tried it before in her lifetime. Their record on takeovers hasn't been clean, so the idea that they should try it again shocks her, but it does not surprise. She turns to Cammie, her features mingled with concern and disappointment that she would have accepted their offer - but now is not the time to discuss that. It should be done in private, Queen to Queen. Their reign is so new, so fragile, even if she has concerns they must be buried for now. At present, it is most pressing to appear united.
No sooner have these concerns been brought to their attention, then the black mare uses her magic to bring forth a guardian. The sphinx rises from the sand like a butterfly from cocoon. She jitters slightly at the sight of the strange creature, with a body of a lion and a human head sewn atop - as it Cam had dreamt the thing up from a Frankenstein novel. He moved pleasantly enough though, without threat, even joyously as he bounded with the spirit of a puppy.
"As Camrynn said before, I am Pevensie," she begins with a warm smile, awkwardly squeezing 'Camrynn' from her lips rather than the far sweeter name 'Cammie', yet they must grow up eventually. She knows this. There are many questions she has that need answering (like her colour change, her secret magical abilities that Pevensie knew nothing about), but they can address these at a later time. Right now, their people expect them to lead.
"Thank you Romek," she says sincerely, beaming and beginning to glow. He reminds her of Vanquish, the way he hold himself, his stature. She wonders, though of course she has no way of knowing for sure. "The Amazons have a history where colonies are concerned. In my lifetime alone, I have known them to take over the Falls'. I have known them to start wars. They are powerful, not to be underestimated, well organised too. I would know - I was one of them once. They are ambitious, why have an alliance when you can have a kingdom? Another army from which to better defend yourself and spread your power. I can see why the Deserts' would have made a useful string to their bow, so to speak."
She pauses then, eyes Camrynn directly now, "Thankfully they did not succeed."