06-28-2015, 03:12 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
Much as Camrynn may be dangerous, she will never be dangerous to the citizens of the Deserts. She's sworn on everything that she holds dear (in other words, her magic) that she will rule to the best of her ability, and that means keeping the citizens of the kingdom from danger, not throwing them into the thick of it. And much as Camrynn may be capricious, much as she may be unpredictable, much as she is dangerous, none of that is worth upsetting the vow she's made. None of that is worth losing her magic.
Camrynn knows immediately that Darking is uncomfortable around her, and the black mare can't help but sigh. It would be easier, she thinks, if she were to just blanket her magic around horses like these, who can read it and who treat her differently for it. She considers, for a moment, wiping the memory from their minds, making them forget that she's anything but a black mare. But that too would be disingenuous, not to mention probably a violation of the oath she'd sworn.
Before she can speak again, Pevensie joins them, and Camrynn gives her fellow queen a gentle smile. They may have had their differences recently, but Camrynn respects Pevensie in a way she doesn't respect most other horses. Pevensie introduces them both, and Camrynn nods along. The mare returns the favor, introducing herself and her daughter. It doesn't surprise Camrynn when Pevensie moves toward Rowyn; the buckskin mare has always had a way with children. Camrynn remains standing over by Rowyn.
She doesn't have to be a magician to know that her presence makes Darking uncomfortable. She, like Pevensie, can see the way the mother moves closer to her daughter. She, like Pevensie, can see the way that Darking's focus is so strongly on her, and so almost secondhand on Pevensie. She sees it all, and it saddens her, but it is inevitable, unavoidable. It is the price that Camrynn sometimes pays for having magic, and it is a price that she would happily pay thousandfold. She is her magic, and her magic is her. They are inseparable, and it would ruin Camrynn if that were ever to change.
"If you'd rather, I can remove that fish." Camrynn says to Darking, her voice amiable. "I just couldn't help noticing how excited your daughter was to see them, and thought she might like a special one to play with." the black mare smiles, gently. "Even with us magicians, sometimes a silver fish is, well, just a silver fish."
Camrynn knows immediately that Darking is uncomfortable around her, and the black mare can't help but sigh. It would be easier, she thinks, if she were to just blanket her magic around horses like these, who can read it and who treat her differently for it. She considers, for a moment, wiping the memory from their minds, making them forget that she's anything but a black mare. But that too would be disingenuous, not to mention probably a violation of the oath she'd sworn.
Before she can speak again, Pevensie joins them, and Camrynn gives her fellow queen a gentle smile. They may have had their differences recently, but Camrynn respects Pevensie in a way she doesn't respect most other horses. Pevensie introduces them both, and Camrynn nods along. The mare returns the favor, introducing herself and her daughter. It doesn't surprise Camrynn when Pevensie moves toward Rowyn; the buckskin mare has always had a way with children. Camrynn remains standing over by Rowyn.
She doesn't have to be a magician to know that her presence makes Darking uncomfortable. She, like Pevensie, can see the way the mother moves closer to her daughter. She, like Pevensie, can see the way that Darking's focus is so strongly on her, and so almost secondhand on Pevensie. She sees it all, and it saddens her, but it is inevitable, unavoidable. It is the price that Camrynn sometimes pays for having magic, and it is a price that she would happily pay thousandfold. She is her magic, and her magic is her. They are inseparable, and it would ruin Camrynn if that were ever to change.
"If you'd rather, I can remove that fish." Camrynn says to Darking, her voice amiable. "I just couldn't help noticing how excited your daughter was to see them, and thought she might like a special one to play with." the black mare smiles, gently. "Even with us magicians, sometimes a silver fish is, well, just a silver fish."
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery
Well, that was gross :| sorry guys.