05-12-2015, 03:16 PM
No, Yael is adamant about one thing, and that is even the worst of them - the dark gods, the mass murders, the rapists - even they have some good of them. Carnage has Gail. Elite had Cagney. Kinglsay has (will never have, not while she breathes) Etro. In love there is light. In that light, one may be spared while the rest of the world is covered in flames. The staying of violence, even for a moment, is some small victory.
Mischief is not Evil, nor is Chaos. She often things that mind control might be evil, but even that can be used for good. Could not Death bring about Life? Sure, there were some things that were undeniably ill and beget terrible atrocities and personal pain. There were some things which had no redemption, and once upon a time Yael might have striven to eradicate them all. Once she might have hoped to be a great beacon of light, to shine so brightly that the darkness would flee and all would be well in the world.
That dream has changed; not in its goal, but in its scope. She is now concerned only with her family and her Kingdom. The world may fall apart outside her borders and she would do her best to help - but she would die for the Desert. She would die for Mikhael and Nairne and Natilyn, for Etro, Akbar, Kitra, Gaza, Zilpah and Munroe. If it came to that end, she would do it in a heartbeat.
“Vell… I don’t t’ink anyvone can rule effectively alone. To be truly safe and keep an eye on everyt’ing? Eet ees easier to divide ze tasks. It vas easier for us, so t’at ve might xaf time for each other.” Yael shrugs, knowing that not every Queen loves her King, that it is often a partnership and not a romance. Their system worked until the end, until Yael didn’t want to make it work anymore. One could shoulder the burden, especially if they had some super power to be everywhere at once, or if they just didn’t care about somethings, or could delegate properly (that was a hard skill to learn sometimes). The kingdom was growing, and she wondered if they would be able to work together, or if one would end up with the brunt of the work.
However, she would not presume to tell Camrynn how to rule her kingdom.
The lines of her lips harden with the next question. What was the future going to bring? They were caught in a web, with one action causing ten possible deviations that hung in the balance until that choice was made. Everything spiralled ‘round and ‘round and curled every which way, never leaving a clear path until it was all said and done. Was it some sort of test? How could Yael know how to answer this one, and better yet, how could Cam, either? “Ve vont be any closer to knowing until ve go and see ze ozer kingdoms. But I, for vone… vould like to see us respected, for vonce. And not just because ve now xaf two mageecians. But because ve ahr strong and xaf loyal members. I dont vant anyvone to dare to t’ink of attacking us.”
Some might say that the best offense is a good defense, but the opposite was also true. Make them afraid to strike so you don’t have to defend.
Yael knows she’s deviating from her standard pacifist (not that she’s said a word about raiding or anything resembling something similar, but her goal has always been to keep them safe. Perhaps there was another way than sitting quietly, and maybe, just maybe that was was better.
Mischief is not Evil, nor is Chaos. She often things that mind control might be evil, but even that can be used for good. Could not Death bring about Life? Sure, there were some things that were undeniably ill and beget terrible atrocities and personal pain. There were some things which had no redemption, and once upon a time Yael might have striven to eradicate them all. Once she might have hoped to be a great beacon of light, to shine so brightly that the darkness would flee and all would be well in the world.
That dream has changed; not in its goal, but in its scope. She is now concerned only with her family and her Kingdom. The world may fall apart outside her borders and she would do her best to help - but she would die for the Desert. She would die for Mikhael and Nairne and Natilyn, for Etro, Akbar, Kitra, Gaza, Zilpah and Munroe. If it came to that end, she would do it in a heartbeat.
“Vell… I don’t t’ink anyvone can rule effectively alone. To be truly safe and keep an eye on everyt’ing? Eet ees easier to divide ze tasks. It vas easier for us, so t’at ve might xaf time for each other.” Yael shrugs, knowing that not every Queen loves her King, that it is often a partnership and not a romance. Their system worked until the end, until Yael didn’t want to make it work anymore. One could shoulder the burden, especially if they had some super power to be everywhere at once, or if they just didn’t care about somethings, or could delegate properly (that was a hard skill to learn sometimes). The kingdom was growing, and she wondered if they would be able to work together, or if one would end up with the brunt of the work.
However, she would not presume to tell Camrynn how to rule her kingdom.
The lines of her lips harden with the next question. What was the future going to bring? They were caught in a web, with one action causing ten possible deviations that hung in the balance until that choice was made. Everything spiralled ‘round and ‘round and curled every which way, never leaving a clear path until it was all said and done. Was it some sort of test? How could Yael know how to answer this one, and better yet, how could Cam, either? “Ve vont be any closer to knowing until ve go and see ze ozer kingdoms. But I, for vone… vould like to see us respected, for vonce. And not just because ve now xaf two mageecians. But because ve ahr strong and xaf loyal members. I dont vant anyvone to dare to t’ink of attacking us.”
Some might say that the best offense is a good defense, but the opposite was also true. Make them afraid to strike so you don’t have to defend.
Yael knows she’s deviating from her standard pacifist (not that she’s said a word about raiding or anything resembling something similar, but her goal has always been to keep them safe. Perhaps there was another way than sitting quietly, and maybe, just maybe that was was better.
Yael, guardian of the desert