09-24-2015, 12:25 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
If there is one thing she hates – HATES – it is being out of control.
And so it is that as she heads to the Chamber, she is almost snarling to herself. Internally, mind you – externally her expression is as diplomatic as it's ever been. The walls around her mind are tight like iron, locking away anything within. It wouldn't do for the world to know things that she didn't want them knowing, things like her current feelings about the Gates incident.
She is furious at Yael. Sure, the mare had tried to take precautions. But how successful would invisibility be? Magicians are a dime a dozen these days – she really should speak with Set and Anaxarete – and they could probably feel the magic like a whirlpool. Besides, who else would really be in a position to transplant a monsoon? That's a pretty short list, and most of the horses on it would have no interest whatsoever in fighting the Chamber.
Except Evrae. Evrae is always a wildcard, but Camrynn suspects that she'd err on the side of chaos, and Camrynn equally suspects the whole of Beqanna knows that.
And so it is that the black queen presents herself on the borders of the Chamber. Sure, she's got other places she really needs to be, and other conversations she needs to have, but thanks to Yael this has been moved directly to the top of her happy little list.
She is beautiful in the early winter sunlight. Her black coat shines, her mane and tail long and luscious, gleaming with vitality. Across her chest the crook and flail of the Deserts gleams proudly, shimmering and golden. Across her left cheek, a string of diamonds trails. And her eyes – today they're a clear blue, clear as the winter sky.
She is entirely unsurprised to see a raven perched on a nearby tree. She nods her head to it, a diplomatic greeting. "If you would, please tell Queen Straia I'd like to speak with her." She pauses for just a fraction of a moment. "I owe her an apology."
Beqanna is delicate right now, delicate like kindling just before it goes up in flames, delicate like the knife's edge, balanced for just a second before it all tips over. The Deserts may not have the numbers of the Chamber or the Valley, but they've got two magicians, and Gumby besides. They won't be conquered, they won't be destroyed. She isn't here to bargain for the life of her kingdom, which is a happy thing. Instead, she's here to help determine where her kingdom fits in the greater scheme of things. She'd like them to come out of this more powerful, of course – who wouldn't? – but she hasn't exactly decided how to do it. It's so annoying when she cannot see the future because the present is still so shifting and tumultuous.
Shifting, tumultuous, and full of possibilities.
And so it is that as she heads to the Chamber, she is almost snarling to herself. Internally, mind you – externally her expression is as diplomatic as it's ever been. The walls around her mind are tight like iron, locking away anything within. It wouldn't do for the world to know things that she didn't want them knowing, things like her current feelings about the Gates incident.
She is furious at Yael. Sure, the mare had tried to take precautions. But how successful would invisibility be? Magicians are a dime a dozen these days – she really should speak with Set and Anaxarete – and they could probably feel the magic like a whirlpool. Besides, who else would really be in a position to transplant a monsoon? That's a pretty short list, and most of the horses on it would have no interest whatsoever in fighting the Chamber.
Except Evrae. Evrae is always a wildcard, but Camrynn suspects that she'd err on the side of chaos, and Camrynn equally suspects the whole of Beqanna knows that.
And so it is that the black queen presents herself on the borders of the Chamber. Sure, she's got other places she really needs to be, and other conversations she needs to have, but thanks to Yael this has been moved directly to the top of her happy little list.
She is beautiful in the early winter sunlight. Her black coat shines, her mane and tail long and luscious, gleaming with vitality. Across her chest the crook and flail of the Deserts gleams proudly, shimmering and golden. Across her left cheek, a string of diamonds trails. And her eyes – today they're a clear blue, clear as the winter sky.
She is entirely unsurprised to see a raven perched on a nearby tree. She nods her head to it, a diplomatic greeting. "If you would, please tell Queen Straia I'd like to speak with her." She pauses for just a fraction of a moment. "I owe her an apology."
Beqanna is delicate right now, delicate like kindling just before it goes up in flames, delicate like the knife's edge, balanced for just a second before it all tips over. The Deserts may not have the numbers of the Chamber or the Valley, but they've got two magicians, and Gumby besides. They won't be conquered, they won't be destroyed. She isn't here to bargain for the life of her kingdom, which is a happy thing. Instead, she's here to help determine where her kingdom fits in the greater scheme of things. She'd like them to come out of this more powerful, of course – who wouldn't? – but she hasn't exactly decided how to do it. It's so annoying when she cannot see the future because the present is still so shifting and tumultuous.
Shifting, tumultuous, and full of possibilities.
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery