06-04-2015, 01:12 PM
She is glad, glad that they are in mutual agreement at the fundamental principles behind their army. For what is an army after all, if not a weapon? What good is a weapon without rules to govern it, responsibilities to ensure against it's misuse. If the Deserts so pleased, they are in a good enough position to take the Gates, perhaps other kingdoms too, and make them their own. However, Pevensie has no such desires. She hopes, indeed she does sincerely believe, that Cam shares that viewpoint. They are not in the business of conquest.
"I see danger too," she interjects, looking the black mare dead in the eyes. Yes, she does see danger. From the Amazonians most of all, but there is always an element of danger. So long as horses live in this Desert, there will be danger. "I just have faith. I can't say I hold much sway with the gods, with heaven and earth. I can't say I ever will. What I do have faith in though are other horses. For each one that wants death and destruction, there will be another that wants prosperity and peace more. There is evil out there, but I believe it can always be overcome. I must believe it, or I wouldn't be standing here today,"
She smiles softly at the idea, that good will always triumph over ill. Some might call it childish, naive it definitely is, but she has seen it work often enough to be reassured in this matter.
Then Pevensie is drawn into the question about her past. It's strange, she spends so long living in the past and yet when someone thinks to ask her about it, she's numbed into silence. Her smile disappears and she frowns softly, looking down at her chest and touching the ugly gash with her muzzle. It still feels raw, but it isn't an ordinary wound. Not quite as strange and the bright white scars, dazzling in the sunlight next to the slash (that's yet another story), but the Amazonians intended it to be a painful reminder of betrayal.
"I wasn't born in the Amazons'. I was born in the Falls', the daughter of a usurped Queen. I was born mortal. I grew up as any other horse would have done, except for the Chamber stealing my own birth mother. I was raised, primarily, by Jadis. The Amazonians had taken over the Falls' before I had been born, placed Jadis as their regent in the kingdom. She was kind to me, lovely. When their time ruling was over and they placed Hakeem on the throne instead, I visited the Jungle kingdom often to seek out my mother, my idol." she remembers Jadis with a pang of hurt, knowing her loving heart-mother to be dead now. Reunited with Hakeem, her true love. It isn't sad really when you think about it, it's rather happy that they had fulfilling and long lives together, but she does miss them bitterly.
"Anyway, when I became immortal, I tried to live in the Falls. It didn't work out. The kingdom, for all I felt welcomed and surrounded by family, it felt uncomfortable since my change. The ground seemed to shift whenever I stepped, the trees would sway uneasily when I walked past. So when the time came, when my sister had been on the throne a long time and all was well, I left. The Jungle took me in. I served them for a decade, loyal as any other sister. I raised children there, enjoyed their company, gave them my skills..."
"But a Jungle does not let in much sunlight. A pony built for the Tundras cannot endure the heat without some pain. The minute I chose the Deserts, despite not having been there for another five years, I became a traitor. Scorch remembers me, she knows me from my time there. I did nothing wrong except for leave, but that won't change their opinions of me. I'm afraid, once you've been cast aside by the Amazons', you've well and truly lost their good favour,"
"I see danger too," she interjects, looking the black mare dead in the eyes. Yes, she does see danger. From the Amazonians most of all, but there is always an element of danger. So long as horses live in this Desert, there will be danger. "I just have faith. I can't say I hold much sway with the gods, with heaven and earth. I can't say I ever will. What I do have faith in though are other horses. For each one that wants death and destruction, there will be another that wants prosperity and peace more. There is evil out there, but I believe it can always be overcome. I must believe it, or I wouldn't be standing here today,"
She smiles softly at the idea, that good will always triumph over ill. Some might call it childish, naive it definitely is, but she has seen it work often enough to be reassured in this matter.
Then Pevensie is drawn into the question about her past. It's strange, she spends so long living in the past and yet when someone thinks to ask her about it, she's numbed into silence. Her smile disappears and she frowns softly, looking down at her chest and touching the ugly gash with her muzzle. It still feels raw, but it isn't an ordinary wound. Not quite as strange and the bright white scars, dazzling in the sunlight next to the slash (that's yet another story), but the Amazonians intended it to be a painful reminder of betrayal.
"I wasn't born in the Amazons'. I was born in the Falls', the daughter of a usurped Queen. I was born mortal. I grew up as any other horse would have done, except for the Chamber stealing my own birth mother. I was raised, primarily, by Jadis. The Amazonians had taken over the Falls' before I had been born, placed Jadis as their regent in the kingdom. She was kind to me, lovely. When their time ruling was over and they placed Hakeem on the throne instead, I visited the Jungle kingdom often to seek out my mother, my idol." she remembers Jadis with a pang of hurt, knowing her loving heart-mother to be dead now. Reunited with Hakeem, her true love. It isn't sad really when you think about it, it's rather happy that they had fulfilling and long lives together, but she does miss them bitterly.
"Anyway, when I became immortal, I tried to live in the Falls. It didn't work out. The kingdom, for all I felt welcomed and surrounded by family, it felt uncomfortable since my change. The ground seemed to shift whenever I stepped, the trees would sway uneasily when I walked past. So when the time came, when my sister had been on the throne a long time and all was well, I left. The Jungle took me in. I served them for a decade, loyal as any other sister. I raised children there, enjoyed their company, gave them my skills..."
"But a Jungle does not let in much sunlight. A pony built for the Tundras cannot endure the heat without some pain. The minute I chose the Deserts, despite not having been there for another five years, I became a traitor. Scorch remembers me, she knows me from my time there. I did nothing wrong except for leave, but that won't change their opinions of me. I'm afraid, once you've been cast aside by the Amazons', you've well and truly lost their good favour,"