05-17-2015, 12:21 AM
so you wanna play with magic?
Perhaps the Deserts is something of a place for the ridiculous, or at least the bizarre, she thinks as she watches the colt interact with Gumby.
Nothing goes unnoticed here, of course. She knows of Caius and Else, and their little daughter Elanor. She knows of Perun too, the little adopted son currently having such a good time with their big strong protector (may he never have to be that, she thinks). She understands enough of their mutual pasts that there is no need for her to go seeking them out. She understands that Else has gone through something that even Camrynn can hardly fathom, and that Caius has been through something almost as bad. She knows that they lurk at the shadows, dancing in the fringes, avoiding the most of the rest of the Deserts. And she is entirely content with that.
Let the Deserts be a refuge for them. Let the Deserts be the home they need. If they wish for it to be more, she and Pevensie and Yael and Girr and Zilpah and Kreios will accept them with open arms. And Gumby will accept them with barking and purring and his usual enthusiasm.
Obviously.
She appears well enough behind him that she won't startle Perun, and watches him in person for just a moment. Gumby is on his best behavior, being as goofy as any dog could ever be. Perun is far more fascinating to her. She's never seen anything quite like him – stormborn is the word that comes to mind, the word that seems to try to define the zaps, the hair that stands up all over his body, the static. But whatever it is, it's some kind of magic, and magic is fascinating to Camrynn. It's just the way of things.
"It'll take more than a little zap to faze him." she says with a smile, approaching the boy and the puppy-cat-sphinx. "His name is Gumby. He's the Deserts' protector." she explains further. By now she's standing near the two of them, coming to a stop underneath the hot sun. "And he likes you."
Her smile is kind, surprisingly maternal. For all that she is, she understands children quite well and is very good at making them feel comfortable. "He really likes to play fetch." with a thought, she summons a stick (not George, Girr's friend, but just a stick) from thin air to the ground by Perun. "You pick it up in your mouth and throw it for him. He'll bring it back to you."
She is quiet for a moment, watching the boy-and-his-dog scene in front of her with a smile. "By the way, my name's Camrynn. I live here too. Nice to meet you." She could've said that she was the queen, but what is that to a child? She may be proud of her position, and never hesitates to share it, but she's not arrogant enough to go bragging to a foal.
And with that, Gumby finally notices the stick and approaches it, his butt up in the air, eyes fixed on the stick, lion's-tail wagging (incongruously). He's every inch the dog, and he wants nothing more than to play fetch.
Nothing goes unnoticed here, of course. She knows of Caius and Else, and their little daughter Elanor. She knows of Perun too, the little adopted son currently having such a good time with their big strong protector (may he never have to be that, she thinks). She understands enough of their mutual pasts that there is no need for her to go seeking them out. She understands that Else has gone through something that even Camrynn can hardly fathom, and that Caius has been through something almost as bad. She knows that they lurk at the shadows, dancing in the fringes, avoiding the most of the rest of the Deserts. And she is entirely content with that.
Let the Deserts be a refuge for them. Let the Deserts be the home they need. If they wish for it to be more, she and Pevensie and Yael and Girr and Zilpah and Kreios will accept them with open arms. And Gumby will accept them with barking and purring and his usual enthusiasm.
Obviously.
She appears well enough behind him that she won't startle Perun, and watches him in person for just a moment. Gumby is on his best behavior, being as goofy as any dog could ever be. Perun is far more fascinating to her. She's never seen anything quite like him – stormborn is the word that comes to mind, the word that seems to try to define the zaps, the hair that stands up all over his body, the static. But whatever it is, it's some kind of magic, and magic is fascinating to Camrynn. It's just the way of things.
"It'll take more than a little zap to faze him." she says with a smile, approaching the boy and the puppy-cat-sphinx. "His name is Gumby. He's the Deserts' protector." she explains further. By now she's standing near the two of them, coming to a stop underneath the hot sun. "And he likes you."
Her smile is kind, surprisingly maternal. For all that she is, she understands children quite well and is very good at making them feel comfortable. "He really likes to play fetch." with a thought, she summons a stick (not George, Girr's friend, but just a stick) from thin air to the ground by Perun. "You pick it up in your mouth and throw it for him. He'll bring it back to you."
She is quiet for a moment, watching the boy-and-his-dog scene in front of her with a smile. "By the way, my name's Camrynn. I live here too. Nice to meet you." She could've said that she was the queen, but what is that to a child? She may be proud of her position, and never hesitates to share it, but she's not arrogant enough to go bragging to a foal.
And with that, Gumby finally notices the stick and approaches it, his butt up in the air, eyes fixed on the stick, lion's-tail wagging (incongruously). He's every inch the dog, and he wants nothing more than to play fetch.
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery