05-05-2015, 10:22 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
She doesn't belong here any more than he does, and she knows it. It's funny to watch him watch her, not knowing who or what she is, not knowing how much she isn't a light queen. Oh yes, she's very much the queen of the lights, but down deep, own where it matters, she's seen and done things that easily rival the skeletos in Kingslay's closet.
But much as she'd love to chat with him man to woman, she's got Girr to worry about. She understands perfectly well that the girl has the sense of a pea; if she knew anything she'd have stopped long before almost running headlong into their uninvited guest. But Camrynn is not concerned about that. She doesn't doubt her ability to protect Girr, not against this thing, not against anything.
She notices how he avoids answering her second question, and she doesn't care. She hadn't asked it because she wanted his life story. She'd asked it because it's a question you ask when you're the queen and you encounter a newcomer. It's polite, it's conversational, and she doesn't doubt that all of that is something he either fails to understand or willfully ignores. Is there really much of a difference?
He is burning, and she wonders how the heat effects Girr. For herself, she simply adjusts – she looks no different, but she is resistant now, unaffected by the heat the stranger creates. For the time being she is entirely content to let Girr sweat; perhaps it would stop her from getting so close to Kingslay, from risking herself, making it that much easier for Cam to protect her. `
Silence hangs in the air for a moment, a small smile plays on Camrynn's lips.
Deliberately and yet unhurriedly, Camrynn takes a step toward the man of summer, toward the burning god, toward the creature of destruction. She remains as pristine as ever, her hide sleek and black, unspoiled by sweat. Let him burn; she is fire too, she is the ashes and the kindling, the start and the finish, beginnings and endings all rolled into one. He is an ending, but he will never end her. All the fire in the world and he'll only make her a phoenix.
"Make yourself at home, Kingslay." it's almost a challenge, a command, but one couched so thoroughly in seduction and charm that it's almost impossible to tell.
But much as she'd love to chat with him man to woman, she's got Girr to worry about. She understands perfectly well that the girl has the sense of a pea; if she knew anything she'd have stopped long before almost running headlong into their uninvited guest. But Camrynn is not concerned about that. She doesn't doubt her ability to protect Girr, not against this thing, not against anything.
She notices how he avoids answering her second question, and she doesn't care. She hadn't asked it because she wanted his life story. She'd asked it because it's a question you ask when you're the queen and you encounter a newcomer. It's polite, it's conversational, and she doesn't doubt that all of that is something he either fails to understand or willfully ignores. Is there really much of a difference?
He is burning, and she wonders how the heat effects Girr. For herself, she simply adjusts – she looks no different, but she is resistant now, unaffected by the heat the stranger creates. For the time being she is entirely content to let Girr sweat; perhaps it would stop her from getting so close to Kingslay, from risking herself, making it that much easier for Cam to protect her. `
Silence hangs in the air for a moment, a small smile plays on Camrynn's lips.
Deliberately and yet unhurriedly, Camrynn takes a step toward the man of summer, toward the burning god, toward the creature of destruction. She remains as pristine as ever, her hide sleek and black, unspoiled by sweat. Let him burn; she is fire too, she is the ashes and the kindling, the start and the finish, beginnings and endings all rolled into one. He is an ending, but he will never end her. All the fire in the world and he'll only make her a phoenix.
"Make yourself at home, Kingslay." it's almost a challenge, a command, but one couched so thoroughly in seduction and charm that it's almost impossible to tell.
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery