so you wanna play with magic?
She has to admit, the boy is a sweet one. She's never been much for children, despite having been one herself (more or less) not so long ago. It's not so much that she dislikes them as that she prefers the company of adults. It's so hard for most adults to match her even when they're at the height of their knowledge and power; it's even harder for children. But some, like little Rune, manage to be thoroughly fascinating in a brilliant idiot savant kind of way.
It helps, of course, that Rune is magically very complex. It helps that she wants to unwind him (metaphorically, she wouldn't dare actually harm him). It helps that she wants to poke around beneath his skin, to see how his magic works, what makes it tick. It helps that she wants to prod him into learning it, to see what happens when he tries to become its master, to watch him as he grows up and potentially grows into…well, what?
Sure, she could always just look, but that seems much less fun.
She returns his smile with one of her own, watching as he grows accustomed to her present. It certainly is like no lightning commonly known in the world, but then she is hardly a common thing herself, and Rune most certainly is not. An uncommon toy for an uncommon boy, she thinks.
And then the uncommon boy speaks again, his words once more washing over her like a wave, a crashing torrent of sound and thought and emotion. She chuckles. "Of course you can tell Ellie about it." her voice is warm and kind. When he bounces the toy back to her, she catches it, wrapping it around her like an electron in orbit before bouncing it back to him. "In fact…" her voice trails off and she half-rears up into the air. There is nothing threatening about her movement; she does not rear high, and she keeps her forelegs loose, rather than coiled to strike. The main goal is to allow her to toss her head, and by extension, to toss her main. Like a waterfall of black satin, her mane cascades down from her crest to her neck. And when she lands, she turns to him with another ball of perfect electricity balanced on the tip of her nose. She bounces it over to him.
"This one is a little different from the one I gave you." she explains, watching it roll across the sand like a ball, finally bumping against his hoof weightlessly. "She can control it a little better, despite the fact that she doesn't make sparks like you do." she smiles. "The one you have won't hurt her, but it will shock her from time to time, and she'll have difficulty making it go where she wants, way more than you will." She pauses. "But she'll have one, and you'll have one. That way, you can both play."
Camrynn is…nice? Generous? Good with children? Since when? Well, since she's decided that she wants to be an influence in Rune's life, to help him grow into whatever power he possesses. And to that end, well, she's not above playing.
And maybe – maybe – she's enjoying it too.
It helps, of course, that Rune is magically very complex. It helps that she wants to unwind him (metaphorically, she wouldn't dare actually harm him). It helps that she wants to poke around beneath his skin, to see how his magic works, what makes it tick. It helps that she wants to prod him into learning it, to see what happens when he tries to become its master, to watch him as he grows up and potentially grows into…well, what?
Sure, she could always just look, but that seems much less fun.
She returns his smile with one of her own, watching as he grows accustomed to her present. It certainly is like no lightning commonly known in the world, but then she is hardly a common thing herself, and Rune most certainly is not. An uncommon toy for an uncommon boy, she thinks.
And then the uncommon boy speaks again, his words once more washing over her like a wave, a crashing torrent of sound and thought and emotion. She chuckles. "Of course you can tell Ellie about it." her voice is warm and kind. When he bounces the toy back to her, she catches it, wrapping it around her like an electron in orbit before bouncing it back to him. "In fact…" her voice trails off and she half-rears up into the air. There is nothing threatening about her movement; she does not rear high, and she keeps her forelegs loose, rather than coiled to strike. The main goal is to allow her to toss her head, and by extension, to toss her main. Like a waterfall of black satin, her mane cascades down from her crest to her neck. And when she lands, she turns to him with another ball of perfect electricity balanced on the tip of her nose. She bounces it over to him.
"This one is a little different from the one I gave you." she explains, watching it roll across the sand like a ball, finally bumping against his hoof weightlessly. "She can control it a little better, despite the fact that she doesn't make sparks like you do." she smiles. "The one you have won't hurt her, but it will shock her from time to time, and she'll have difficulty making it go where she wants, way more than you will." She pauses. "But she'll have one, and you'll have one. That way, you can both play."
Camrynn is…nice? Generous? Good with children? Since when? Well, since she's decided that she wants to be an influence in Rune's life, to help him grow into whatever power he possesses. And to that end, well, she's not above playing.
And maybe – maybe – she's enjoying it too.
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery
You never have to apologize to me. Your posts are always delicious <3