11-01-2015, 07:20 PM
The chess pieces are moving and Yael watches the players with a poker face, still unwilling to claim the game against the victor. She is fully aware of Camrynn’s rage at her interference, and she quite simply doesn’t care. The younger magician gave up her right to throw her weight around when she disappeared for over a year without informing her second-in-command that she was going to be gone. Especially when they both knew that Pevensie wasn’t going to be returning. So now Yael is effectively head of the Kingdom, though unless someone comes charging in to steal the crowns, she doesn’t want to lay claim to the ‘Queen’ in foreseeable future.
It would take a disaster for her to pick up that responsibility again.
It’s her, and Shahrizai, and some mare she’s seen but hasn’t yet met; Else occasionally pops up, and Pevensie’s long lost adopted daughter was here awhile ago. Perhaps she shouldn’t have send Gaza away… but he needed to learn to be a man, and he would never be able to do that with her around. Speaking of family - Yael’s been so busy checking in on her grandchildren (both near and far) that she almost didn’t notice a foreigner on the borders. Oops. A quick look tells her that yes, he’s been there for awhile, so she takes the quickest route possible and simply appears before him.
Yael is slightly disheveled with all her rushing around, and it’s an uncommon sight if Mast’s never seen her before. She doesn’t present herself as a perfectly controlled stately beauty like Cam does, but there is a sort of wild etherealness about her. Golden skin and silver hair, all windblown and her petite frames with a slight sheen of perspiration. Cinnamon-brown eyes flick over the hard-jawed grey King, and she offers him a gentle smile. Yael is nothing, if not a fantastic hostess. “Xello Mast. Velcome to ze Desert.”
It would take a disaster for her to pick up that responsibility again.
It’s her, and Shahrizai, and some mare she’s seen but hasn’t yet met; Else occasionally pops up, and Pevensie’s long lost adopted daughter was here awhile ago. Perhaps she shouldn’t have send Gaza away… but he needed to learn to be a man, and he would never be able to do that with her around. Speaking of family - Yael’s been so busy checking in on her grandchildren (both near and far) that she almost didn’t notice a foreigner on the borders. Oops. A quick look tells her that yes, he’s been there for awhile, so she takes the quickest route possible and simply appears before him.
Yael is slightly disheveled with all her rushing around, and it’s an uncommon sight if Mast’s never seen her before. She doesn’t present herself as a perfectly controlled stately beauty like Cam does, but there is a sort of wild etherealness about her. Golden skin and silver hair, all windblown and her petite frames with a slight sheen of perspiration. Cinnamon-brown eyes flick over the hard-jawed grey King, and she offers him a gentle smile. Yael is nothing, if not a fantastic hostess. “Xello Mast. Velcome to ze Desert.”