12-17-2015, 02:02 PM
yael
They always have their panties in a twist, don’t they? Wanting more and more and more until they have nothing left to take and still, their hunger is insatiable. Ambition is a terribly two-faced coin; without it one is lackadaisical and lazy, and with too much of it, one wants to conquer the world. While Rhynn doesn’t want to conquer the world (that much, Yael can tell), her quest for power is like a flashing, neon red sign above her head.
Camrynn is gone, and she isn’t coming back anytime soon (not if the Gods were displeased with her), so as far as Yael knows, and that’s a lot, it is safe to intercept this seeker before someone else does. The only question is whether or not to mess with her head first. All the information is there, ripe for the picking, and Yael could easily assume Cam’s shape and voice. The only reason to do so would be to show that she can, that she has as much power as Camrynn did. Yael can give Rhynn what she wants. For a price. There is always a price, even when the witch is a good witch.
After a good deal of internal debate, Yael throws up her proverbial hands in favor of ‘why not?’ and shifts into Camrynn; the jewels on her cheek are there, as are the golden crook and flail. She is as black as sin and every bit as impeccably clean and beautiful as the ex-Queen was. The only clue to who she might be is in her eyes - Cam’s could and did change at will. Hers remain a steady gold color. With a very satisfied chuckle, she blinks out of sight, and then back in again, right in front of Rhynn. With the Queen Illuminate’s voice, Yael quips, “You’re rather upset for such a beautiful day. Tell your Queen what’s got you all in a tizzy.”
That’s what Camrynn would say, right? Of course not. But Yael likes the way it sounds.
Camrynn is gone, and she isn’t coming back anytime soon (not if the Gods were displeased with her), so as far as Yael knows, and that’s a lot, it is safe to intercept this seeker before someone else does. The only question is whether or not to mess with her head first. All the information is there, ripe for the picking, and Yael could easily assume Cam’s shape and voice. The only reason to do so would be to show that she can, that she has as much power as Camrynn did. Yael can give Rhynn what she wants. For a price. There is always a price, even when the witch is a good witch.
After a good deal of internal debate, Yael throws up her proverbial hands in favor of ‘why not?’ and shifts into Camrynn; the jewels on her cheek are there, as are the golden crook and flail. She is as black as sin and every bit as impeccably clean and beautiful as the ex-Queen was. The only clue to who she might be is in her eyes - Cam’s could and did change at will. Hers remain a steady gold color. With a very satisfied chuckle, she blinks out of sight, and then back in again, right in front of Rhynn. With the Queen Illuminate’s voice, Yael quips, “You’re rather upset for such a beautiful day. Tell your Queen what’s got you all in a tizzy.”
That’s what Camrynn would say, right? Of course not. But Yael likes the way it sounds.