05-14-2015, 10:46 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
This drama is the stuff of legends.
Camrynn would never think to argue that Scorch shouldn't feel betrayed. No doubt - no doubt - Camrynn had done her wrong. But at the same time, Scorch tried to sit a horse on the throne of the Deserts, and she hadn't thought to inform the rulers first. Add to that the fact that Scorch had only known Camrynn as a tiny filly so impossibly sweet that, well, it could only be a lie (or Wrynn), and the whole thing was just a delicious mess. Not to mention that Camrynn had implanted a magic trip wire on Scorch's last visit, a little spell that would trigger the next time the Jungle queen became pregnant, and the black mare knows that it's triggered, and delivered exactly the baby that Camrynn had defined it to. Oh yes, it doesn't get more strange than this - and now, she is set to approach the jungle, with Pevensie and Zilpah in tow, to make a diplomatic offering that would continue the ties that bind their kingdoms together.
If nothing else, it can certainly be said that the whole lot of them are capable of putting their kingdoms first.
They leave from the Deserts early in the day, choosing to go on foot the whole way in deference to Pevensie and Zilpah. She hopes that the Amazons will take their little party for what it is: a signal of diplomatic reverence rather than a raiding party. For all the things that she may personally have done, she doesn't intend the Deserts to have any further ill-will with the Amazons. Not that their two kingdoms have ill-will per se; after all, hadn't their respective populaces voted unanimously to keep the bonds between them? Perhaps it's really just a thing with their leadership.
Maybe they all need to go on a team building weekend and work it out.
"Zilpah," she explains as they leave the Deserts. "Pevensie and I asked to come along to the Jungle because our last meeting with the Amazon queen Scorch when she visited the Deserts was...tense." That was one way to put it. "I'm not sure if Yael told you anything about it, but this will be something of a delicate situation. Just know that if Pevensie and I seem to lead the conversation today, it's no reflection on your skills." she pauses for a moment, smiling at the girl. "Like I said in the meeting, you're developing into quite the diplomat." she says, and genuinely means it. She could easily see the girl taking over for Yael, should the once-queen ever choose to retire.
It's a beautiful day for the walk. It is the height of summer, but they day is blessedly cool and breezy. But as they approach the jungle, the heat gets more dense, weighed down by the humidity. It eats the breeze, and when they pause at the canopy, the temperature is surely uncomfortable.
But not for Camrynn. She doesn't do discomfort, and so as she stands there, tall and proud and black, she looks as beautiful as ever. Her eyes are a bright green in honor of the land they're visiting. Her coat is black, the gilded crook-and-flail stand out against her skin in sharp relief, and the line of diamonds and gemstones that so beautifully approximates a necklace trails down her left cheek, elegant as ever. In deference to their mission, as they stand outside the boughs, she sighs and allows the Amazons tattoos to melt onto her skin. She hasn't been branded a traitor yet (amazingly enough), although she'd be entirely unsurprised to see that it happens at this meeting. The vine and bud trails up her foreleg, ending in a red plumeria (conveniently just out of the way of the gilding on her chest). On her haunches a sun and moon appear, sun on the left and moon on the right, alive with occasional clouds.
And with that, she looks to Pevensie and Zilpah before she offers a gentle call into the thick underbrush. She knows that the sisters will hear, and she knows that they'll come.
Camrynn would never think to argue that Scorch shouldn't feel betrayed. No doubt - no doubt - Camrynn had done her wrong. But at the same time, Scorch tried to sit a horse on the throne of the Deserts, and she hadn't thought to inform the rulers first. Add to that the fact that Scorch had only known Camrynn as a tiny filly so impossibly sweet that, well, it could only be a lie (or Wrynn), and the whole thing was just a delicious mess. Not to mention that Camrynn had implanted a magic trip wire on Scorch's last visit, a little spell that would trigger the next time the Jungle queen became pregnant, and the black mare knows that it's triggered, and delivered exactly the baby that Camrynn had defined it to. Oh yes, it doesn't get more strange than this - and now, she is set to approach the jungle, with Pevensie and Zilpah in tow, to make a diplomatic offering that would continue the ties that bind their kingdoms together.
If nothing else, it can certainly be said that the whole lot of them are capable of putting their kingdoms first.
They leave from the Deserts early in the day, choosing to go on foot the whole way in deference to Pevensie and Zilpah. She hopes that the Amazons will take their little party for what it is: a signal of diplomatic reverence rather than a raiding party. For all the things that she may personally have done, she doesn't intend the Deserts to have any further ill-will with the Amazons. Not that their two kingdoms have ill-will per se; after all, hadn't their respective populaces voted unanimously to keep the bonds between them? Perhaps it's really just a thing with their leadership.
Maybe they all need to go on a team building weekend and work it out.
"Zilpah," she explains as they leave the Deserts. "Pevensie and I asked to come along to the Jungle because our last meeting with the Amazon queen Scorch when she visited the Deserts was...tense." That was one way to put it. "I'm not sure if Yael told you anything about it, but this will be something of a delicate situation. Just know that if Pevensie and I seem to lead the conversation today, it's no reflection on your skills." she pauses for a moment, smiling at the girl. "Like I said in the meeting, you're developing into quite the diplomat." she says, and genuinely means it. She could easily see the girl taking over for Yael, should the once-queen ever choose to retire.
It's a beautiful day for the walk. It is the height of summer, but they day is blessedly cool and breezy. But as they approach the jungle, the heat gets more dense, weighed down by the humidity. It eats the breeze, and when they pause at the canopy, the temperature is surely uncomfortable.
But not for Camrynn. She doesn't do discomfort, and so as she stands there, tall and proud and black, she looks as beautiful as ever. Her eyes are a bright green in honor of the land they're visiting. Her coat is black, the gilded crook-and-flail stand out against her skin in sharp relief, and the line of diamonds and gemstones that so beautifully approximates a necklace trails down her left cheek, elegant as ever. In deference to their mission, as they stand outside the boughs, she sighs and allows the Amazons tattoos to melt onto her skin. She hasn't been branded a traitor yet (amazingly enough), although she'd be entirely unsurprised to see that it happens at this meeting. The vine and bud trails up her foreleg, ending in a red plumeria (conveniently just out of the way of the gilding on her chest). On her haunches a sun and moon appear, sun on the left and moon on the right, alive with occasional clouds.
And with that, she looks to Pevensie and Zilpah before she offers a gentle call into the thick underbrush. She knows that the sisters will hear, and she knows that they'll come.
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery
Sid, let me know if she has in fact been traitor-branded already and I'll adjust
Also, I'm gonna reply with Wrynn too because reasons. 