05-02-2015, 02:00 AM
so you wanna play with magic?
The Beqanna of the magicians is Oz, no doubt about it. What kind of world is it where they can dive into each other's minds with such ease, getting lost in memories they don't recall, drowning in emotions they've never felt? Surely that is the strangest of strange lands, the most intimate and distant experience all at once. And who can go there, to this land of Oz, but the magicians? They all shape it as they like.
And no doubt, in Camrynn's Oz they dance and they sing, and the pink bubbles float and green witches fly and houses fall daily.
They leave her Oz (complete with its own transformative natural disaster, as it happens) and Yael speaks of the importance of stories. Camrynn agrees; that is why she seeks knowledge and wisdom, seeking always to know. What is knowledge (indeed, what is memory?) if not just a collective of everyone's experience? The world is so much less interesting when it isn't colored through anyone's experience. It is better, yes, to laugh, and cry with the memories you pluck from the wind rather than to just view the dispassionate record of events-as-they-happened.
She listens to Yael's version of her coronation with interest. She agrees at almost every point. The Deserts did need an assurance of her loyalty; she is not insulted that Yael says it, because it is both true and necessary. She is not ashamed of her prior fickleness; she aims to be one step ahead, especially of those who do not wield magic, and she understood what Scorch was planning and what her role could truly be. Betrayal is not something she cares much about at all. Her magic, on the other hand, she cares about so deeply, so profoundly, that she would never jeopardize it.
That's what she gets for needing to know if she can rule. Her magic in jeopardy.
Except that it's not, because she's an excellent queen with no intention of betraying her kingdom. She smiles when Yael speaks of Pevensie; the little mare is one of a tiny handful of horses who will never find themselves tricked by Camrynn unless there is absolutely no choice in the matter. It is astonishing to think that the mare had gotten under her skin, but it is possible, especially if you are as pure and good as Pevensie has always been. Perhaps Yael will be that way for Camrynn someday too.
When Yael hastens to say that she is not not good, Camrynn can't help but chuckle. "I think we both know I am not good, Yael." She says it with a smile, as though it is a joke, something to be laughed at rather than something to be lamented. "But perhaps it's not possible for one who is good to rule here alone." she says, thinking of how Yael herself had started seeking a replacement the moment Vanquish had left her to rule alone. "Pevensie and I balance each other out very well indeed." she sighs, her eyes shifting to the horizon and turning a bright shade of silver as they do so. "And we'll need it, I think."
She turns back to Yael, her eyes still a disconcerting molten silver. "What do you think, Yael? What do you see in the future?" They could perhaps try to pluck it out, but it seems to change almost moment by moment nowadays. The grand future is so nebulous, so undetermined, comprised as it is from so many different elements. Every choice that every horse in the entirety of Beqanna tends to shake it one way or the other, and so discerning it is like panning for gold, or seeking a needle in a haystack. Whenever you get close, it shifts, changes, and hides again.
Camrynn's thoughts on the matter are not secret; she sees trouble brewing, and not just from the new blood alliance. She knows that they are safe from the Valley, and that probably means they are safe from the Chamber – but what if the Amazons marches on one or both of those kingdoms? Or if those kingdoms march on the Amazons? There is war brewing, she wouldn't doubt it.
But what does the actual light aligned horse in this conversation say?
And no doubt, in Camrynn's Oz they dance and they sing, and the pink bubbles float and green witches fly and houses fall daily.
They leave her Oz (complete with its own transformative natural disaster, as it happens) and Yael speaks of the importance of stories. Camrynn agrees; that is why she seeks knowledge and wisdom, seeking always to know. What is knowledge (indeed, what is memory?) if not just a collective of everyone's experience? The world is so much less interesting when it isn't colored through anyone's experience. It is better, yes, to laugh, and cry with the memories you pluck from the wind rather than to just view the dispassionate record of events-as-they-happened.
She listens to Yael's version of her coronation with interest. She agrees at almost every point. The Deserts did need an assurance of her loyalty; she is not insulted that Yael says it, because it is both true and necessary. She is not ashamed of her prior fickleness; she aims to be one step ahead, especially of those who do not wield magic, and she understood what Scorch was planning and what her role could truly be. Betrayal is not something she cares much about at all. Her magic, on the other hand, she cares about so deeply, so profoundly, that she would never jeopardize it.
That's what she gets for needing to know if she can rule. Her magic in jeopardy.
Except that it's not, because she's an excellent queen with no intention of betraying her kingdom. She smiles when Yael speaks of Pevensie; the little mare is one of a tiny handful of horses who will never find themselves tricked by Camrynn unless there is absolutely no choice in the matter. It is astonishing to think that the mare had gotten under her skin, but it is possible, especially if you are as pure and good as Pevensie has always been. Perhaps Yael will be that way for Camrynn someday too.
When Yael hastens to say that she is not not good, Camrynn can't help but chuckle. "I think we both know I am not good, Yael." She says it with a smile, as though it is a joke, something to be laughed at rather than something to be lamented. "But perhaps it's not possible for one who is good to rule here alone." she says, thinking of how Yael herself had started seeking a replacement the moment Vanquish had left her to rule alone. "Pevensie and I balance each other out very well indeed." she sighs, her eyes shifting to the horizon and turning a bright shade of silver as they do so. "And we'll need it, I think."
She turns back to Yael, her eyes still a disconcerting molten silver. "What do you think, Yael? What do you see in the future?" They could perhaps try to pluck it out, but it seems to change almost moment by moment nowadays. The grand future is so nebulous, so undetermined, comprised as it is from so many different elements. Every choice that every horse in the entirety of Beqanna tends to shake it one way or the other, and so discerning it is like panning for gold, or seeking a needle in a haystack. Whenever you get close, it shifts, changes, and hides again.
Camrynn's thoughts on the matter are not secret; she sees trouble brewing, and not just from the new blood alliance. She knows that they are safe from the Valley, and that probably means they are safe from the Chamber – but what if the Amazons marches on one or both of those kingdoms? Or if those kingdoms march on the Amazons? There is war brewing, she wouldn't doubt it.
But what does the actual light aligned horse in this conversation say?
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery