04-14-2015, 10:51 AM
Everyone is made of light and dark; some seem to glow with the amount of light within, while others walk in shadows. They are two sides of the same coin, and to say that the light-hearted were not capable of darkness would be a fallacy. To say that the dark could not love (for isn’t love the source of light?), could not have mercy or loyalty or friendship would be an untruth as well. Yael herself has twice ruled with dragons, and they were beloved by their subjects. Good subjects.
Perhaps it is the angelic who are the anomaly? The Yaels and the Pevensies of the world, who try to see the good in the world and make it a better place, while others are resigned to the reality. Perhaps they need their counterparts (each side), lest either get carried away and throw the universe off kilter.
Yael may be the youngest magician, but her magic is as old as Evrae. Morphine told Yael her story while they were traveling the world, how she was the daughter of the first Valley King and his lover, how she discovered her powers, her loves, and her losses. Take away the millenia age difference and Morphine and Yael were very much the same, and that is why the old magician gave her powers to the golden queen, entrusting her with a job she no longer had the desire for - a world she no longer wanted to live in. But something happened in the transition, and some of the magic was lost or used up, so Yael’s power is less than what Morphine’s was, and she is still discovering what she can do. She is not flashy, like Evrae, or so capricious as to use it to make herself more alluring, or return to being a filly, or anything like that. Hell, half the time she goes to the Field, she ends up scaring the poor recruit away!
But there is nothing wrong with that, she thinks. It doesn’t hurt anyone, does it? Isn’t that the greatest qualifier?
From the moment Yael saw a grief-blurred double in Camrynn’s small bay body, she had been intrigued, and had had every intention of finding out exactly what was going on in her kingdom. Now it is no longer her kingdom, but she still has every intention to find out what is going on. The little golden mare appears quietly beside Camrynn, giant gilded wings tucked against her sides, displacing as little sand as possible. She looks first to the black mare, and then to the sphinx creature, and smiles. The wind brings a welcome relief, but it is also full of questions and tensions and perhaps even the distant drums of conflict.
At least she wouldn’t be the one to lead them down the path that again. The guilt of that killed Morphine, and almost brought a pacifist Yael to her knees.
“Penny for your t’oughts, dear?” She will always call her dear. Some old habits never die.
Perhaps it is the angelic who are the anomaly? The Yaels and the Pevensies of the world, who try to see the good in the world and make it a better place, while others are resigned to the reality. Perhaps they need their counterparts (each side), lest either get carried away and throw the universe off kilter.
Yael may be the youngest magician, but her magic is as old as Evrae. Morphine told Yael her story while they were traveling the world, how she was the daughter of the first Valley King and his lover, how she discovered her powers, her loves, and her losses. Take away the millenia age difference and Morphine and Yael were very much the same, and that is why the old magician gave her powers to the golden queen, entrusting her with a job she no longer had the desire for - a world she no longer wanted to live in. But something happened in the transition, and some of the magic was lost or used up, so Yael’s power is less than what Morphine’s was, and she is still discovering what she can do. She is not flashy, like Evrae, or so capricious as to use it to make herself more alluring, or return to being a filly, or anything like that. Hell, half the time she goes to the Field, she ends up scaring the poor recruit away!
But there is nothing wrong with that, she thinks. It doesn’t hurt anyone, does it? Isn’t that the greatest qualifier?
From the moment Yael saw a grief-blurred double in Camrynn’s small bay body, she had been intrigued, and had had every intention of finding out exactly what was going on in her kingdom. Now it is no longer her kingdom, but she still has every intention to find out what is going on. The little golden mare appears quietly beside Camrynn, giant gilded wings tucked against her sides, displacing as little sand as possible. She looks first to the black mare, and then to the sphinx creature, and smiles. The wind brings a welcome relief, but it is also full of questions and tensions and perhaps even the distant drums of conflict.
At least she wouldn’t be the one to lead them down the path that again. The guilt of that killed Morphine, and almost brought a pacifist Yael to her knees.
“Penny for your t’oughts, dear?” She will always call her dear. Some old habits never die.
Yael, guardian of the desert