02-05-2016, 03:57 PM
yael
Yael watches the black mare with an amused little twinkle in her eye. Such fire - such indignation - such paranoia. As a monarch who’d stepped down, and yet remained in the Kingdom, Yael had done her best to avoid looking too closely into Cam and Pevensie’s ruling philosophy - or what Cam was doing outside of her ruling duties. It wasn’t her business unless it threatened the Desert. This may not threaten the sandy peace, but with Camrynn sucked into the world of the Gods, it is an opportunity that is ripe for the picking.
Yael has changed.
She has decided that she will play the game.
She chuckles at Rhynn’s demands. How bold! How eager. How easy to pluck the low hanging fruit. This one’s allegiance isn’t to a particular individual, it’s to power. And there are few who can wield Camrynn’s particular type of power. Part of her wonders why the woman didn’t just go to her own kingdom-affiliiated magician. Eight and Cam were friendly (more than friendly), she’s sure he would be happy to continue on the magician’s particular ‘brand’ of work. Favors, is it? Favors for traits? And oh, to what extent would Rhynn go to get exactly what she wants?
Yael shifts back into her typical form. losing Camrynn’s cadence and form as easily as a snake sheds its skin. “Vhat you vant comes vit a price,” she states matter of factly. “Camrynn ees no longer xere…ze Gods took xer. But I xaf just as much mageec as she deed.” She pauses, waiting for some sort of reaction, and then continues on. “So eef you steel vant eet, tell me vhat you are villing to geev up.” How far down the rabbit hole is enough for redemption?
Yael has changed.
She has decided that she will play the game.
She chuckles at Rhynn’s demands. How bold! How eager. How easy to pluck the low hanging fruit. This one’s allegiance isn’t to a particular individual, it’s to power. And there are few who can wield Camrynn’s particular type of power. Part of her wonders why the woman didn’t just go to her own kingdom-affiliiated magician. Eight and Cam were friendly (more than friendly), she’s sure he would be happy to continue on the magician’s particular ‘brand’ of work. Favors, is it? Favors for traits? And oh, to what extent would Rhynn go to get exactly what she wants?
Yael shifts back into her typical form. losing Camrynn’s cadence and form as easily as a snake sheds its skin. “Vhat you vant comes vit a price,” she states matter of factly. “Camrynn ees no longer xere…ze Gods took xer. But I xaf just as much mageec as she deed.” She pauses, waiting for some sort of reaction, and then continues on. “So eef you steel vant eet, tell me vhat you are villing to geev up.” How far down the rabbit hole is enough for redemption?