05-16-2015, 11:59 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
Pevensie is, ironically, one of the most constant things in Camrynn's life. The mare is far more calm, far more predictable than Camrynn herself. Of the two of them, Pevensie is decidedly the voice of reason. Not only that, she's decidedly the light. It is no accident that Pevensie is the color of the sun, of the morning light, of brightness, whereas Camrynn is the color of night, of dark, of secrets.
It hasn't escaped the black queen's attention that Pevensie has been rather scarce of late. The mare doesn't mind, not in the slightest – she is capable of finding Pevensie if she is desperately needed for concerns of kingdom governance (unless you're immune to magic, it's fairly impossible to hide from Camrynn, as it happens). But more than that, she understands the toll that immortality can take, the pressures that it can sometimes create. For herself, she doesn't feel it – she feels a sort of eternal youth, an incredible desire to experience each day, to let it unfold in its impossible beauty. It must stem from her inner drive for knowledge, because to her, each day is yet another opportunity to live that dream, to achieve that knowledge, to further push the envelope.
And push it she does, in ways that few light queens before her would have ever thought to do. She's continuing to carry on her lovely romance with the Valley's king, her fellow night magician. Thus far it's secret, but she continues to weigh the wisdom of revealing it and seeing if she could parlay that into an alliance. Tensions with the Amazons are high, also as a result of her pushing the envelope. She'd deceived Scorch, no doubt about it, and she feels not at all badly about it.
That's one of the beauties of Cam. She regrets almost nothing.
But she does regret (just a little) how she'd initially deceived Pevensie. And as she thinks of her fellow queen, she decides to seek the woman out. Looking for her first with her mind, she finds the sun queen in the beautiful garden that Yael had grown commemorating a ruler who Camrynn herself had just barely missed knowing. She'd have liked him, she thinks.
With a thought she appears in the garden herself, the sunlight reflective on her black coat. She looks the same as she always does, but today her eyes are a delicate sun-gold, almost the color of Pevensie's coat, but with a touch more shine. Her mane and tail still blow in the breeze, a trail of gemstones and diamonds still drips across her cheek like a necklace, and a brilliantly metallic crook-and-flail are still bold across her chest from the competition that both she and Pevensie had won.
She joins Pevensie under the tree with a smile. The other mare's words wash over her, and she returns a smile at her once-mother's gentle touch. "I'm fine, Pevensie." her velvet voice is soft with genuine affection. She chuckles. "It has been a while though, hasn't it? We haven't talked since right after our coronation."
She looks at the mare now, her sun-gold eyes shadowed slightly with concern. "How are you? I was worried when you became a little harder to find. I know the pressures of ruling are…intense." Not for her, she thrives under everything that the queenship is, but for those like Pevensie who have, y'know, things like a conscience and a heart. Those who are made of great compassion, rather than just great capacity. "I want you to know that I'll never begrudge you any time you need to take. Any time you need a break, I can hold things together here. Not as well as when we're both holding things together, but well enough."
She can offer more than just her understanding, she thinks, but doesn't say it, at least not yet. She can feel the weariness growing within Pevensie, a weariness common to many horses with immortality. You either become an old soul and revel in it like Camrynn does, or you become an old soul and your age grates on you, like it sometimes seems to with Pevensie. Camrynn knows, when the time comes, if Pevensie were to ask her to, she could take it away. She could suck out the immortality and give her once-mother the gentle, happy death that eludes so many of Beqanna's oldest.
But she doesn't mention it, not now and quite possibly ever, because it's not something she wants to do. Of all the horses in the world, Pevensie and Yael deserve to live forever and rule the Deserts in absolute peace and harmony. That would be the kindest for the world, she thinks, if not the kindest for the two of them. Because in the end, there is nothing kinder than a gentle, happy death to form the final chapter of a life well lived.
It hasn't escaped the black queen's attention that Pevensie has been rather scarce of late. The mare doesn't mind, not in the slightest – she is capable of finding Pevensie if she is desperately needed for concerns of kingdom governance (unless you're immune to magic, it's fairly impossible to hide from Camrynn, as it happens). But more than that, she understands the toll that immortality can take, the pressures that it can sometimes create. For herself, she doesn't feel it – she feels a sort of eternal youth, an incredible desire to experience each day, to let it unfold in its impossible beauty. It must stem from her inner drive for knowledge, because to her, each day is yet another opportunity to live that dream, to achieve that knowledge, to further push the envelope.
And push it she does, in ways that few light queens before her would have ever thought to do. She's continuing to carry on her lovely romance with the Valley's king, her fellow night magician. Thus far it's secret, but she continues to weigh the wisdom of revealing it and seeing if she could parlay that into an alliance. Tensions with the Amazons are high, also as a result of her pushing the envelope. She'd deceived Scorch, no doubt about it, and she feels not at all badly about it.
That's one of the beauties of Cam. She regrets almost nothing.
But she does regret (just a little) how she'd initially deceived Pevensie. And as she thinks of her fellow queen, she decides to seek the woman out. Looking for her first with her mind, she finds the sun queen in the beautiful garden that Yael had grown commemorating a ruler who Camrynn herself had just barely missed knowing. She'd have liked him, she thinks.
With a thought she appears in the garden herself, the sunlight reflective on her black coat. She looks the same as she always does, but today her eyes are a delicate sun-gold, almost the color of Pevensie's coat, but with a touch more shine. Her mane and tail still blow in the breeze, a trail of gemstones and diamonds still drips across her cheek like a necklace, and a brilliantly metallic crook-and-flail are still bold across her chest from the competition that both she and Pevensie had won.
She joins Pevensie under the tree with a smile. The other mare's words wash over her, and she returns a smile at her once-mother's gentle touch. "I'm fine, Pevensie." her velvet voice is soft with genuine affection. She chuckles. "It has been a while though, hasn't it? We haven't talked since right after our coronation."
She looks at the mare now, her sun-gold eyes shadowed slightly with concern. "How are you? I was worried when you became a little harder to find. I know the pressures of ruling are…intense." Not for her, she thrives under everything that the queenship is, but for those like Pevensie who have, y'know, things like a conscience and a heart. Those who are made of great compassion, rather than just great capacity. "I want you to know that I'll never begrudge you any time you need to take. Any time you need a break, I can hold things together here. Not as well as when we're both holding things together, but well enough."
She can offer more than just her understanding, she thinks, but doesn't say it, at least not yet. She can feel the weariness growing within Pevensie, a weariness common to many horses with immortality. You either become an old soul and revel in it like Camrynn does, or you become an old soul and your age grates on you, like it sometimes seems to with Pevensie. Camrynn knows, when the time comes, if Pevensie were to ask her to, she could take it away. She could suck out the immortality and give her once-mother the gentle, happy death that eludes so many of Beqanna's oldest.
But she doesn't mention it, not now and quite possibly ever, because it's not something she wants to do. Of all the horses in the world, Pevensie and Yael deserve to live forever and rule the Deserts in absolute peace and harmony. That would be the kindest for the world, she thinks, if not the kindest for the two of them. Because in the end, there is nothing kinder than a gentle, happy death to form the final chapter of a life well lived.
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery
That was...astonishingly morbid there at the end o.O