07-09-2015, 06:09 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
The gods mean nothing to her. It is not that she fails to believe in them; rather, she walks among them, walks with them, is of them. She wears her power like resplendent robes, dripping off her sinuous curves, saturated into every crevice of her being. Split her open, split her down to the smallest cell, the most miniscule atom, and still you will find the magic nestled there, wrapped right up against her DNA.
She breathes, and she finds herself on the fringes of the field. So often she watches the horses here from the comfort of the Deserts, basking at her leisure in the comfort of the warm sand and the sun. But today, she brings herself out into the springtime early, and watches them all (listens to them all) from a little bit closer afield.
She doesn't listen with her ears; that's a bit too common, too plain for her tastes. Instead, she listens with her mind, to their minds. Her thoughts flit between them like a bird, tasting the insipid conversation of one group, and the electric energy of another. It is a glorious milieu, and it leaves her sated.
It is only when she stumbles upon a quiet corner that she pauses. Anything might catch her mind, but in this case, anything is a mare, by all accounts more or less quiet and common. Camrynn has a thing for gifts - after all, like attracts like – but in this case, it's the very lack of gifts that fascinates her. She can sense history here, and something tells her that in this case she shouldn't pry.
It takes a lot to get Camrynn not to pry. Such courtesies are normally reserved for her fellow magic-wielders. And, it would appear, special snowflakes with a past so dark that it haunts their every movement.
Another horse arrives first, a golden mare of the Chamber, but Camrynn doesn't mind. She walks with the cool confidence of a mare so certain, so sure, that she is entirely at her ease. She is a beautiful thing, pure black save for a gilded crook and flail across her chest, a drip of diamonds like a necklace across her cheek, and gorgeous color-changing eyes, at the moment a deep, rich gold. Her body is lithe and shapely, free of scars and free of any marks. Her mane and tail are long and free of tangles, unnaturally perfect for a horse.
She wonders, for a moment, if she should adjust, make herself more human in order to better appeal to the mare she may or may not be aiming to court. She decides against it.
Her golden eyes flick first to the few spot mare, and then to the golden girl of the Chamber. She offers each a delicate nod, subtle and small – she's not too deferential, at least, not here, not to them. "Engelsfors." she greets the palomino first. Her voice is like liquid velvet, impossibly smooth, impossibly pleasant. Like rich chocolate, her words invite you to get lost in their depths.
And then she turns her eyes on the newcomer. "And Naoi, was it?" She gives the mare a hint of a smile, but it is a genuine, warm smile. She wonders if the mare can feel the power that Camrynn carries. She isn't terribly bothered either way. "A pleasure." her voice is genuine, earnest.
"I'm Camrynn, from the Deserts." she introduces herself, leaving off the fact that she is more than just from the Deserts – she, along with Pevensie, leads the Deserts as its queen. "I hop e you'll forgive me for being late to the party." she offers with a small grin before growing somber again. "I couldn't help overhearing our perceptive friend Engelsfors, and wanted to come offer you the shelter of the Deserts against whatever it is you may, or may not, be running from." She pauses then, entirely aware that this girl has demons and trying to soften her words accordingly. It is one thing to be hunted; it is another thing to be so obviously hunted that a stranger can see it at a glance. Naoi is more the latter than the former, but it's the least Camrynn can do to pretend. " The Chamber has its strengths, to be sure, and I don't doubt they'd do their best to protect you, and to allow you to flourish here in Beqanna." she speaks earnestly, giving the Chamber its due. "But in the Deserts, you'll be protected by more than just the sentinel pines. You'll be defended by strength, and thus, you'll be free to discover who you are when you're not running." She smiles. "Not to mention, it's bright and warm and lovely."
She reaches out with her magic then. Her physical body stays perfectly still, every sense watching the few spot mare. Her magic is an invisible, soothing mist, which will stop the moment the mare even thinks to be made uncomfortable by it, but which, if Naoi allows it to do so, will work to soothe the ache from her muscles and breathe fresh life into the mare's tired body.
She breathes, and she finds herself on the fringes of the field. So often she watches the horses here from the comfort of the Deserts, basking at her leisure in the comfort of the warm sand and the sun. But today, she brings herself out into the springtime early, and watches them all (listens to them all) from a little bit closer afield.
She doesn't listen with her ears; that's a bit too common, too plain for her tastes. Instead, she listens with her mind, to their minds. Her thoughts flit between them like a bird, tasting the insipid conversation of one group, and the electric energy of another. It is a glorious milieu, and it leaves her sated.
It is only when she stumbles upon a quiet corner that she pauses. Anything might catch her mind, but in this case, anything is a mare, by all accounts more or less quiet and common. Camrynn has a thing for gifts - after all, like attracts like – but in this case, it's the very lack of gifts that fascinates her. She can sense history here, and something tells her that in this case she shouldn't pry.
It takes a lot to get Camrynn not to pry. Such courtesies are normally reserved for her fellow magic-wielders. And, it would appear, special snowflakes with a past so dark that it haunts their every movement.
Another horse arrives first, a golden mare of the Chamber, but Camrynn doesn't mind. She walks with the cool confidence of a mare so certain, so sure, that she is entirely at her ease. She is a beautiful thing, pure black save for a gilded crook and flail across her chest, a drip of diamonds like a necklace across her cheek, and gorgeous color-changing eyes, at the moment a deep, rich gold. Her body is lithe and shapely, free of scars and free of any marks. Her mane and tail are long and free of tangles, unnaturally perfect for a horse.
She wonders, for a moment, if she should adjust, make herself more human in order to better appeal to the mare she may or may not be aiming to court. She decides against it.
Her golden eyes flick first to the few spot mare, and then to the golden girl of the Chamber. She offers each a delicate nod, subtle and small – she's not too deferential, at least, not here, not to them. "Engelsfors." she greets the palomino first. Her voice is like liquid velvet, impossibly smooth, impossibly pleasant. Like rich chocolate, her words invite you to get lost in their depths.
And then she turns her eyes on the newcomer. "And Naoi, was it?" She gives the mare a hint of a smile, but it is a genuine, warm smile. She wonders if the mare can feel the power that Camrynn carries. She isn't terribly bothered either way. "A pleasure." her voice is genuine, earnest.
"I'm Camrynn, from the Deserts." she introduces herself, leaving off the fact that she is more than just from the Deserts – she, along with Pevensie, leads the Deserts as its queen. "I hop e you'll forgive me for being late to the party." she offers with a small grin before growing somber again. "I couldn't help overhearing our perceptive friend Engelsfors, and wanted to come offer you the shelter of the Deserts against whatever it is you may, or may not, be running from." She pauses then, entirely aware that this girl has demons and trying to soften her words accordingly. It is one thing to be hunted; it is another thing to be so obviously hunted that a stranger can see it at a glance. Naoi is more the latter than the former, but it's the least Camrynn can do to pretend. " The Chamber has its strengths, to be sure, and I don't doubt they'd do their best to protect you, and to allow you to flourish here in Beqanna." she speaks earnestly, giving the Chamber its due. "But in the Deserts, you'll be protected by more than just the sentinel pines. You'll be defended by strength, and thus, you'll be free to discover who you are when you're not running." She smiles. "Not to mention, it's bright and warm and lovely."
She reaches out with her magic then. Her physical body stays perfectly still, every sense watching the few spot mare. Her magic is an invisible, soothing mist, which will stop the moment the mare even thinks to be made uncomfortable by it, but which, if Naoi allows it to do so, will work to soothe the ache from her muscles and breathe fresh life into the mare's tired body.
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery
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