05-05-2015, 10:07 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
Deficiency is a funny word. It implies that there's something wrong with you – and she can practically feel it rolling off of Kreios as they talk. She hadn't fully understood just how poorly he thinks of himself, and she frowns internally as it's finally laid bare. As his queen, she figures she should probably do something about that. Actually, she should probably do something about that for the whole kingdom – they need an activity, she decides, her mind wandering. Mocks or something – it's so easy to do that when you're magic, and can set the scene exactly as you want it to be.
Kreios states that he would keep a herd near the Deserts, and that suits her just fine. The way she sees it, a herd mare for Kreios is a pretty easy target to turn into a horse working for the Deserts too. It's simply practical, simply a numbers game. But if he wants to see it as her being lenient or something like that, he can go ahead. She is Camrynn the Great and Merciful, Bestower of the Power of the Herd. In this one regard, she'd be like the Wizard of Oz, because that power is something he's had all along.
She's surprised when Gaza turns out to be just as negative toward himself. She makes a mental note – apparently being a light comes with an uncommon lack of self confidence and rather impressive degree of self-loathing. Is everyone here so tentative? Yael is not, Pevensie is not – and that's coming dangerously close to naming the full extent of their kingdom. God, they need to get recruiting.
Her laughter is a delicate chiming chuckle at Gaza's joke. She sees it for what it is (is there anything that is not transparent to her, if she cares to look?) but has neither a reason nor a desire to call him on it. He'll figure out sooner or later that she won't be the only one to see right through such things, that it'll be the rule, not the exception.
"If you know me and you know Pevensie, that covers a surprisingly wide range." It's true, on so many levels. Even if some of Camrynn's more chaotic impulses are currently held in check by the vow she's made to the Deserts (or, really, by the collateral she's offered if she breaks that vow) she's decidedly the ying to Pevensie's yang. Or really, she's whatever part is black, and Pevensie is whatever part is white. Two sides of the same coin, the night and the dark, the sun and the illusionist. They also happen to be opposite in personality: sweet, dear Pevensie. Not so sweet, not so dear Camrynn.
"Kreios, once you get a herd established, perhaps Gaza could come visit." she suggests. "So many of our herdlands are so beautiful, and so few of them are used." She's never been there, personally, but she can see them in her mind's eye. And they really are beautiful. She sighs. "We should really send someone to check over them. It's been so many years since they've all been full, who knows if they're even habitable anymore." Perhaps she's hoping that Gaza will take the bait and take the opportunity to travel. Or maybe she actually cares about the state of the herd lands. Who knows.
Kreios states that he would keep a herd near the Deserts, and that suits her just fine. The way she sees it, a herd mare for Kreios is a pretty easy target to turn into a horse working for the Deserts too. It's simply practical, simply a numbers game. But if he wants to see it as her being lenient or something like that, he can go ahead. She is Camrynn the Great and Merciful, Bestower of the Power of the Herd. In this one regard, she'd be like the Wizard of Oz, because that power is something he's had all along.
She's surprised when Gaza turns out to be just as negative toward himself. She makes a mental note – apparently being a light comes with an uncommon lack of self confidence and rather impressive degree of self-loathing. Is everyone here so tentative? Yael is not, Pevensie is not – and that's coming dangerously close to naming the full extent of their kingdom. God, they need to get recruiting.
Her laughter is a delicate chiming chuckle at Gaza's joke. She sees it for what it is (is there anything that is not transparent to her, if she cares to look?) but has neither a reason nor a desire to call him on it. He'll figure out sooner or later that she won't be the only one to see right through such things, that it'll be the rule, not the exception.
"If you know me and you know Pevensie, that covers a surprisingly wide range." It's true, on so many levels. Even if some of Camrynn's more chaotic impulses are currently held in check by the vow she's made to the Deserts (or, really, by the collateral she's offered if she breaks that vow) she's decidedly the ying to Pevensie's yang. Or really, she's whatever part is black, and Pevensie is whatever part is white. Two sides of the same coin, the night and the dark, the sun and the illusionist. They also happen to be opposite in personality: sweet, dear Pevensie. Not so sweet, not so dear Camrynn.
"Kreios, once you get a herd established, perhaps Gaza could come visit." she suggests. "So many of our herdlands are so beautiful, and so few of them are used." She's never been there, personally, but she can see them in her mind's eye. And they really are beautiful. She sighs. "We should really send someone to check over them. It's been so many years since they've all been full, who knows if they're even habitable anymore." Perhaps she's hoping that Gaza will take the bait and take the opportunity to travel. Or maybe she actually cares about the state of the herd lands. Who knows.
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery