09-06-2015, 11:26 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
Oh, he plays every bit as well as she does. She's suddenly terribly glad that they'd met, and she can't stop a grin from forming across her squirrel face as he dissolves. She stays hovering there, exactly where she had been, chomping on the acorn as pleasant as you please. She finishes it while he speaks, watching him as she floats in midair. She listens with polite attention as she snacks, as though he's some kind of erstwhile dinner guest. Which, well, maybe he is.
He asks who rules here, and she can't help but smile again. Perhaps she doesn't deserve it anymore, not after how long she's been absent. But if there is someone who deserves it more, well, the silent sands aren't offering anything. At least, not yet.
Chucking the undesirable top of the acorn aside into the sand, she gracefully jumps off her midair perch. By the time she lands, she is fully equine again, facing Nish in her real form for the first time.
And it really is her real form. She is a beautiful thing, pure black, entirely without natural markings. Her mane and her tail fall in gentle arcs, long and free of tangles in a way no wild horse's ever should be. Across her chest a gold crook and flail glimmer in the sunlight. On her left cheek, a trail of precious stones drapes gracefully, like an impossibly strange necklace. She smiles at him wryly.
"Funny you should ask." her voice is velvet, chocolate, rich and deep and sweet to the ear. "It's a pleasure to meet you Tarnished. I'm Camrynn, Queen of the Deserts." her wry smile twists a little deeper. "I rule here with Pevensie." although she knows the sun queen has been gone perhaps even longer than she, the queen of the darkness, and so perhaps that's not true anymore. But she's not one to rock the boat – ruling alone doesn't bother her, and if she can rule alone while appearing to rule with a companion, so much the better.
"And you? Where are you living?"
She asks with genuine curiosity, although she already knows the answer. It's just so much more fun this way, to let him tell her all about the shenanigans in the Valley, to let him tell her from the perspective of a relative outsider. Of course she knows what's happened with Demian and Eight and all of it – is there any corner of the world that can escape her scrutiny? And she hasn't quite decided how to deal with it, this blatant disrespect for magic. She doesn't much mind that Eight was dethroned; it's the right of his subjects to try it really, it's always the right of subjects when their monarchs disappear. But it would've equally been his right to smite them all off the face of the earth with his magic.
If she's being truthful, it's a pretty big turn off that he just calmly accepted the deposition as calmly as he did. She doesn't question the wisdom of it, but damn, it's just so much easier to get all hot and bothered when your man's being a stud, you know?
She should really go visit him. But then again, he could've come visit her. She is no damsel in distress, waiting desperately by the phone for him to call. If he wants to talk to her, he can come. After all, out of the two of them, only one is busy ruling a kingdom.
But she doesn't say any of this, not to Tarnished, not to anyone. Close to the vest is the only way she plays the game, and her poker face is unbeatable. Her wry smile never wavers, and her eyes are an easy electric blue, the same color as she'd had in demon ice dragon squirrel form. She is the picture of listening.
He asks who rules here, and she can't help but smile again. Perhaps she doesn't deserve it anymore, not after how long she's been absent. But if there is someone who deserves it more, well, the silent sands aren't offering anything. At least, not yet.
Chucking the undesirable top of the acorn aside into the sand, she gracefully jumps off her midair perch. By the time she lands, she is fully equine again, facing Nish in her real form for the first time.
And it really is her real form. She is a beautiful thing, pure black, entirely without natural markings. Her mane and her tail fall in gentle arcs, long and free of tangles in a way no wild horse's ever should be. Across her chest a gold crook and flail glimmer in the sunlight. On her left cheek, a trail of precious stones drapes gracefully, like an impossibly strange necklace. She smiles at him wryly.
"Funny you should ask." her voice is velvet, chocolate, rich and deep and sweet to the ear. "It's a pleasure to meet you Tarnished. I'm Camrynn, Queen of the Deserts." her wry smile twists a little deeper. "I rule here with Pevensie." although she knows the sun queen has been gone perhaps even longer than she, the queen of the darkness, and so perhaps that's not true anymore. But she's not one to rock the boat – ruling alone doesn't bother her, and if she can rule alone while appearing to rule with a companion, so much the better.
"And you? Where are you living?"
She asks with genuine curiosity, although she already knows the answer. It's just so much more fun this way, to let him tell her all about the shenanigans in the Valley, to let him tell her from the perspective of a relative outsider. Of course she knows what's happened with Demian and Eight and all of it – is there any corner of the world that can escape her scrutiny? And she hasn't quite decided how to deal with it, this blatant disrespect for magic. She doesn't much mind that Eight was dethroned; it's the right of his subjects to try it really, it's always the right of subjects when their monarchs disappear. But it would've equally been his right to smite them all off the face of the earth with his magic.
If she's being truthful, it's a pretty big turn off that he just calmly accepted the deposition as calmly as he did. She doesn't question the wisdom of it, but damn, it's just so much easier to get all hot and bothered when your man's being a stud, you know?
She should really go visit him. But then again, he could've come visit her. She is no damsel in distress, waiting desperately by the phone for him to call. If he wants to talk to her, he can come. After all, out of the two of them, only one is busy ruling a kingdom.
But she doesn't say any of this, not to Tarnished, not to anyone. Close to the vest is the only way she plays the game, and her poker face is unbeatable. Her wry smile never wavers, and her eyes are an easy electric blue, the same color as she'd had in demon ice dragon squirrel form. She is the picture of listening.
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery