05-11-2015, 07:34 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
Camrynn is everyone's kind of party. That's the thing about being magic: you can be all things to all people. It's remarkable, truly. And when he answers, her only reply is a smile. She knows, of course, what he's thinking. She knows how he desperately tries to stay one step ahead of her, to read her as he's used to reading all the others – and she is amused by the fact that he's still trying. She is very good at this game, it cannot be denied, but perhaps he could outmatch her.
No, she thinks, she doesn't mean it.
He speaks of the Valley and she knows more than he does. But she doesn't let on, listening quietly to his descriptions, letting him think she's thoroughly enthralled. She understands his infatuation with chaos, the way he lets it wrap around him like a lover, the way it sings to his bones – the same way that her magic sings to her.
And then he congratulates her. There's been remarkably little congratulations, really – not that she cares one way or the other. It seems to be a complex thing for some of them to understand, the way that she was chosen, the ways and reasons why she rules. But to Camrynn it is simple, elementary. And possibly, to Lokii as well.
"Why thank you." she says, her lips curled into a tiny smile. She means it, too, even though she is amused as she speaks.
She lets the silence hang for a moment. Around them, the meadow hums with everything and nothing, with other horses minding their own business, with a million things that Camrynn could care about, if she chose. It is a tremendous rush, an incredible power trip to know just how much control she has. It is her favorite part of magic, to know that she holds the earth on a string. If she were a different kind of magician, perhaps Lokii would hate her, because she could be the enemy of chaos. If she so wished, she could rip the world apart and sew it back together in her own image, exactly as she wants it to be.
And maybe, someday, she will.
"What is it you want, Lokii? she asks, her velvet voice seductive by its nature, although she isn't actively trying to seduce him (any more than she is trying to seduce everyone, at all times). "And I mean what do you really want. Think of it like I'm a genie, and this is your one wish." her lips quirk up, amused. She doesn't clarify as to whether she's planning to grant his wish, whatever it might be. It's probably within her power (most things are, after all) but does she wish to do it? She hasn't quite decided yet.
She has an idea, nestled deep within her mind, a thought of assembling an elite team with the intention of causing chaos. Think of them as the Anti-Avengers, the bringers of havoc, a team in service to Camrynn – for what end, she has no idea. Perhaps the idea will go nowhere. Perhaps she'll simply learn something new and exciting about Lokii, and then decide (ever so capriciously) not to do anything about it.
Or perhaps he'll be the first of a new club, a new breed.
Who knows?
No, she thinks, she doesn't mean it.
He speaks of the Valley and she knows more than he does. But she doesn't let on, listening quietly to his descriptions, letting him think she's thoroughly enthralled. She understands his infatuation with chaos, the way he lets it wrap around him like a lover, the way it sings to his bones – the same way that her magic sings to her.
And then he congratulates her. There's been remarkably little congratulations, really – not that she cares one way or the other. It seems to be a complex thing for some of them to understand, the way that she was chosen, the ways and reasons why she rules. But to Camrynn it is simple, elementary. And possibly, to Lokii as well.
"Why thank you." she says, her lips curled into a tiny smile. She means it, too, even though she is amused as she speaks.
She lets the silence hang for a moment. Around them, the meadow hums with everything and nothing, with other horses minding their own business, with a million things that Camrynn could care about, if she chose. It is a tremendous rush, an incredible power trip to know just how much control she has. It is her favorite part of magic, to know that she holds the earth on a string. If she were a different kind of magician, perhaps Lokii would hate her, because she could be the enemy of chaos. If she so wished, she could rip the world apart and sew it back together in her own image, exactly as she wants it to be.
And maybe, someday, she will.
"What is it you want, Lokii? she asks, her velvet voice seductive by its nature, although she isn't actively trying to seduce him (any more than she is trying to seduce everyone, at all times). "And I mean what do you really want. Think of it like I'm a genie, and this is your one wish." her lips quirk up, amused. She doesn't clarify as to whether she's planning to grant his wish, whatever it might be. It's probably within her power (most things are, after all) but does she wish to do it? She hasn't quite decided yet.
She has an idea, nestled deep within her mind, a thought of assembling an elite team with the intention of causing chaos. Think of them as the Anti-Avengers, the bringers of havoc, a team in service to Camrynn – for what end, she has no idea. Perhaps the idea will go nowhere. Perhaps she'll simply learn something new and exciting about Lokii, and then decide (ever so capriciously) not to do anything about it.
Or perhaps he'll be the first of a new club, a new breed.
Who knows?
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery