04-27-2015, 11:42 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
His wariness does not surprise her. She expects it; she would feel it too, really, especially if she were in his position. She'd felt it at the kingdom meeting, and she knows that the only way to really erase it is with time. In time she will prove that she intends to be a good queen here, to rule with Pevensie and lead them all to however they want to define glory.
But for now, he is talking business. She listens intently as he asks her about herd life. She hasn't considered it herself, but she knows that back in the day, back before the herds started dying out, back when they fought for lands and mares and claims, it was entirely common to serve the kingdom and the herd. She certainly sees no problem with it. And she's about to tell him so, when they're gently interrupted by the most polite of youngsters.
"Gaza." she greets gently, offering the young boy a smile. "I certainly don't mind, and I'm sure Kreios wouldn't mind either." she looks to the large stallion, giving him the opportunity to contradict her if he so chose. She isn't about to start making decisions for her kingdom mates, but really – how do you say no to the little guy? She offers him a genuine smile. "You're welcome to join us." She is aware of their relationship, the fact that they are half brothers, the fact that Gaza has been trying to talk to him. It would be just cruel of her to shut the boy out.
But at the same time, Kreios had asked her a question, and she turns her pretty head to look at him as she answers. "No, I can't see any problem at all with having a herd, so long as you took one of the lands that are under Deserts control, the light mythical lands." she pauses. "It was done quite a lot, back when herds were more common." she flicks her beautiful tail across her lovely haunches. "Any mares you might have would be welcome to serve the Desert too, if they were so inclined."
She decides against saying anything else for now. She doesn't worry about his loyalty or his work ethic. She knows that he tries to do the best he can, but that he's just not his father's favorite child, that there are some things he just didn't pick up. She knows that internally he is struggling with many things, that he and Gaza both have a surprising number of demons within them. She's not about to start running around with a giant dreamcatcher weeding out every problem from their childhood, that's neither her place nor her temperament. They'll work it out on their own, in time.
Or, y'know, they won't.
She turns her head back to Gaza, her eyes shifting to a deep sand-gold as she does so. "Do you think you'd ever run a herd, Gaza?" she asks, seamlessly integrating him into the conversation. He's young, and so she doesn't even know if he knows what a herd is – the herd is a dying breed within Beqanna, an old relic that was starting to pass into memory even when Camrynn was born more than 50 years ago.
But for now, he is talking business. She listens intently as he asks her about herd life. She hasn't considered it herself, but she knows that back in the day, back before the herds started dying out, back when they fought for lands and mares and claims, it was entirely common to serve the kingdom and the herd. She certainly sees no problem with it. And she's about to tell him so, when they're gently interrupted by the most polite of youngsters.
"Gaza." she greets gently, offering the young boy a smile. "I certainly don't mind, and I'm sure Kreios wouldn't mind either." she looks to the large stallion, giving him the opportunity to contradict her if he so chose. She isn't about to start making decisions for her kingdom mates, but really – how do you say no to the little guy? She offers him a genuine smile. "You're welcome to join us." She is aware of their relationship, the fact that they are half brothers, the fact that Gaza has been trying to talk to him. It would be just cruel of her to shut the boy out.
But at the same time, Kreios had asked her a question, and she turns her pretty head to look at him as she answers. "No, I can't see any problem at all with having a herd, so long as you took one of the lands that are under Deserts control, the light mythical lands." she pauses. "It was done quite a lot, back when herds were more common." she flicks her beautiful tail across her lovely haunches. "Any mares you might have would be welcome to serve the Desert too, if they were so inclined."
She decides against saying anything else for now. She doesn't worry about his loyalty or his work ethic. She knows that he tries to do the best he can, but that he's just not his father's favorite child, that there are some things he just didn't pick up. She knows that internally he is struggling with many things, that he and Gaza both have a surprising number of demons within them. She's not about to start running around with a giant dreamcatcher weeding out every problem from their childhood, that's neither her place nor her temperament. They'll work it out on their own, in time.
Or, y'know, they won't.
She turns her head back to Gaza, her eyes shifting to a deep sand-gold as she does so. "Do you think you'd ever run a herd, Gaza?" she asks, seamlessly integrating him into the conversation. He's young, and so she doesn't even know if he knows what a herd is – the herd is a dying breed within Beqanna, an old relic that was starting to pass into memory even when Camrynn was born more than 50 years ago.
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery