06-08-2015, 12:20 PM
she slept with wolves without fear
She wonders what the mare really looks like.
Though she is still young and naive, Rhynn is not foolish enough to believe this is the mare’s true appearance. This, all of this that the mare is showing her, is magic. Has to be magic.
Her mother had described the magicians of Beqanna to her as a young child. Tierney had lived and worked in the Amazons for decades and had come across a few magicians during her time there. She had described the awesome power that they could possess, the great feats they could pull off with the merest thought. This mare could be no one else but a magician.
The mare asks why she should be given power, and her face bursts into a little grin. She answers automatically, “because I will use it,” though there’s more to it than that. “I will hide in the shadows and shape lives and even Beqanna if I can.” She adds as an afterthought - “like you are.” It’s a calculated guess, if a rather safe one. Magicians do not go around offering power to random horses without some sort of meddling in mind.
She falls silent then, her little head cocking to the side as she stares at the mare. Rhynn is not stupid. She knows that this mare can give her everything she wants and more, but that it will come with some sort of price. She doesn’t care about the price of course (she will pay it), but she wonders what it will be. Her firstborn, perhaps? Servitude? Something even more valuable?
Though she is still young and naive, Rhynn is not foolish enough to believe this is the mare’s true appearance. This, all of this that the mare is showing her, is magic. Has to be magic.
Her mother had described the magicians of Beqanna to her as a young child. Tierney had lived and worked in the Amazons for decades and had come across a few magicians during her time there. She had described the awesome power that they could possess, the great feats they could pull off with the merest thought. This mare could be no one else but a magician.
The mare asks why she should be given power, and her face bursts into a little grin. She answers automatically, “because I will use it,” though there’s more to it than that. “I will hide in the shadows and shape lives and even Beqanna if I can.” She adds as an afterthought - “like you are.” It’s a calculated guess, if a rather safe one. Magicians do not go around offering power to random horses without some sort of meddling in mind.
She falls silent then, her little head cocking to the side as she stares at the mare. Rhynn is not stupid. She knows that this mare can give her everything she wants and more, but that it will come with some sort of price. She doesn’t care about the price of course (she will pay it), but she wonders what it will be. Her firstborn, perhaps? Servitude? Something even more valuable?
for the wolves knew a lion was among them
rhynn