so you wanna play with magic?
She is no stranger to the crackle of magic. How could she be, when she pulls it tight like a cloak around her shoulders? How could she be, when it runs through her veins more dearly than blood? She feels it like a part of her soul, like breathing, like a waking dream. And because she can bend the world to her will, she feels it when that world bends back.
From the Deserts, she feels the tug, so slight and subtle, like a tiny thread being teased out of place. It isn't much, just the slightest shift, but she still feels it. Something that once was not, now is again. Standing on a sunny dune, entirely at her ease, one black ear flicks with gentle interest. She shifts her weight, casting her magic out across the sands, out into the world, tracing tracing tracing until she finds the place where the thread –
Oh my, how interesting.
She'd had a keen interest in Librette even before she'd ripped her grandmother's heart from her chest and consumed its power to strengthen her own. She'd stolen her grandmother away for many years, keeping the old mare's heart beating long after the chestnut should've been dead. She'd sent her grandmother back to Beqanna more or less for shits and giggles, and she'd had quite a bit of fun terrorizing her (why yes, she'd once caused her grandmother's wound to stop bleeding instantly, and then birth an egg, which then birthed a bunny).
Never let it be said that Camrynn lacks a sense of humor.
But like all good things, it couldn't last. Camrynn had returned to Beqanna herself, and upon her return it had quickly become clear that her power was not enough. She needed more, and Librette had more to give. Or more specifically, Librette's heart had more. The old mare had been dead once before, and the Valley had brought her back, leaving a delicious little kernel of magic within her, necessary to re-knit her shredded heart (ask Carnage and Core about that one) and keep her alive. Camrynn had absorbed it, and being that it's terribly difficult to live with a shredded heart, Librette had finally died. Her granddaughter had made it fairly quickly and painless.
Never let it be said that Camrynn lacks mercy.
At least sometimes.
But now her grandmother was dead, but her bloodline lived on. And for whatever reason, Camrynn finds herself unbelievably intent on pursuing all vestiges of her grandmother. She's squirreled away three of Librette's daughters (and a little something on the side, but we're not going to talk about that). They're entirely comfortable and entirely outside the world: Valkerine, Aletheia, and Vivaine, the daughter of the stallion that had been so interestingly brought back into the world.
It doesn't take her long to comprehend the relationship her grandmother had had with the stallion. It all plays out like an accelerated movie within her mind, and she is immediately intrigued. She knew she was going to go to him the moment he appeared, and now it's more than time to make good on that promise.
She appears silently on the edges of the silent meadow, and for a time she just watches him, her body cloaked entirely in shadow, black on black, invisible and quiet as the darkest depths of the night. She turns her head when she hears another approach, a boy, who comes upon them like a hurricane of sound. She sees him see his father (she knows, she always knows) and her lips turn up in the smallest of mirthless smiles. Ledger, onetime adoptive son of Librette. The night just keeps getting more interesting.
She hears Ledger's whinny, hears his impossibly tentative, impossibly hopeful question-statement to his father. And it's then that she steps out from the shadows and walks the short distance to join the two of them. In the darkness, her beauty is otherworldly: she is pure black, her only markings a gilded crook and flail across her chest and a line of gemstones across her left cheek like a necklace, shimmering gently in the patchy moonlight. Her eyes are a delicate shade of silver, echoing the subtle light of the night.
"I'm so sorry to interrupt." her velvet voice holds genuine concern. Up close like this, she can smell the magic all over Magnus. She looks to Ledger. "But I heard you cry out." Pausing, she looks between the two of them. "Are you both all right?"
From the Deserts, she feels the tug, so slight and subtle, like a tiny thread being teased out of place. It isn't much, just the slightest shift, but she still feels it. Something that once was not, now is again. Standing on a sunny dune, entirely at her ease, one black ear flicks with gentle interest. She shifts her weight, casting her magic out across the sands, out into the world, tracing tracing tracing until she finds the place where the thread –
Oh my, how interesting.
She'd had a keen interest in Librette even before she'd ripped her grandmother's heart from her chest and consumed its power to strengthen her own. She'd stolen her grandmother away for many years, keeping the old mare's heart beating long after the chestnut should've been dead. She'd sent her grandmother back to Beqanna more or less for shits and giggles, and she'd had quite a bit of fun terrorizing her (why yes, she'd once caused her grandmother's wound to stop bleeding instantly, and then birth an egg, which then birthed a bunny).
Never let it be said that Camrynn lacks a sense of humor.
But like all good things, it couldn't last. Camrynn had returned to Beqanna herself, and upon her return it had quickly become clear that her power was not enough. She needed more, and Librette had more to give. Or more specifically, Librette's heart had more. The old mare had been dead once before, and the Valley had brought her back, leaving a delicious little kernel of magic within her, necessary to re-knit her shredded heart (ask Carnage and Core about that one) and keep her alive. Camrynn had absorbed it, and being that it's terribly difficult to live with a shredded heart, Librette had finally died. Her granddaughter had made it fairly quickly and painless.
Never let it be said that Camrynn lacks mercy.
At least sometimes.
But now her grandmother was dead, but her bloodline lived on. And for whatever reason, Camrynn finds herself unbelievably intent on pursuing all vestiges of her grandmother. She's squirreled away three of Librette's daughters (and a little something on the side, but we're not going to talk about that). They're entirely comfortable and entirely outside the world: Valkerine, Aletheia, and Vivaine, the daughter of the stallion that had been so interestingly brought back into the world.
It doesn't take her long to comprehend the relationship her grandmother had had with the stallion. It all plays out like an accelerated movie within her mind, and she is immediately intrigued. She knew she was going to go to him the moment he appeared, and now it's more than time to make good on that promise.
She appears silently on the edges of the silent meadow, and for a time she just watches him, her body cloaked entirely in shadow, black on black, invisible and quiet as the darkest depths of the night. She turns her head when she hears another approach, a boy, who comes upon them like a hurricane of sound. She sees him see his father (she knows, she always knows) and her lips turn up in the smallest of mirthless smiles. Ledger, onetime adoptive son of Librette. The night just keeps getting more interesting.
She hears Ledger's whinny, hears his impossibly tentative, impossibly hopeful question-statement to his father. And it's then that she steps out from the shadows and walks the short distance to join the two of them. In the darkness, her beauty is otherworldly: she is pure black, her only markings a gilded crook and flail across her chest and a line of gemstones across her left cheek like a necklace, shimmering gently in the patchy moonlight. Her eyes are a delicate shade of silver, echoing the subtle light of the night.
"I'm so sorry to interrupt." her velvet voice holds genuine concern. Up close like this, she can smell the magic all over Magnus. She looks to Ledger. "But I heard you cry out." Pausing, she looks between the two of them. "Are you both all right?"
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery