05-15-2015, 12:22 PM
Really?! A nun? Yael would have Cam know that she has Yael all wrong in both this regard and her view of the Valley. If there is anything the golden woman understands, it is the power of love and what it can accomplish. Has she not birthed six children? Has she not loved two men? Does she not still mourn her lost dragon, sleeping under the overarching embrace of his tree’s protective boughs?
As for the Valley, she has only ever disapproved of its rulers. Elite was a mass-murderer, killing her own former Queen, Krys. Kars was a murderer as well, killer of Queen Lea and overall lackluster leader that never gave them any reason to ally. Sinder and Oxytocin were quite simply, rude and incompetent. They heaped excuse upon excuse for their insults and till the day Vanquish died, there were grudges between the two kingdoms. Not to mention the fact that Lokii had attacked Yael while she was pregnant with the triplets, and Oxy had done nothing about it, proving that he had little regard for anything resembling diplomacy. There was nothing but ill will and bad feelings for sixteen years between the Valley and the Desert, and it all stemmed from the war and personality flaws.
That doesn’t mean that Yael still holds a grudge. If Eight offered them an olive branch and good reason to put aside old enmities, Yael would give him every opportunity to prove her assumptions wrong.
Camrynn might be surprised to find out the extent of Yael’s understanding. She’s not entirely unobservant, you know. Just terribly polite. Most of the time.
Yael took to the sky only couple of seconds after Cam, silently deciding that she wanted to go too. She’s never actually been to the Valley - even when they were at war, she remained in the Desert to keep it safe from any side attack. Yael was not a warrior, not in the conventional sense. She wouldn’t hesitate to protect, to put down the threat as quickly as possible, but she was more of the defensive mindset. The two of them flew through the sky on great wings, creating quite the striking pair; gold and silver, black and red and gold, and ever so briefly she is taken back to the days of Nocturnal. She remembers the dragons - the black one and the rose-gold one, the shifter and the then-resident magician. My, how history repeats itself…
When they draw close, Yael puts up her mind-shield. They are all magicians, and while she has self-imposed rules of courtesy (and is fairly certain that Cam wouldn’t try to pry into her mind), she has no idea whether or not Eight would. How strong were their magiks? Especially in respect to one another - who was oldest and strongest? If push came to shove, who would end up the victor? She knew Morphine had been one of the first magicians, somewhere on par with Evrae, but she didn’t know if that strength was echoed in her magic. To be sure, she was the least practiced… ah, it makes her head throb just thinking about the intricacies of it all. They land, and Yael gently probes the area to see who might be around, never leaping into anyone’s heads, merely feeling out the situation.
To break the silence, she murmurs to Cam rather wryly, “Vould you believ z’at een all my time xere, I haf never been to ze Valley? T’ey’ve alvays come to us.” Which, of course, was more than telling about the relationships of the past. She looks around with genuine interest; for all that it burned in dragonfire some twelve (or more) years ago, the re-growth was going well. Even after all the disasters. She can feel the disruption of the land here, but the magic of the land seems to feed off the disruption instead of being lessened by it. It was wild and vicious and coy, and so unlike the strong serenity of the Desert.
As for the Valley, she has only ever disapproved of its rulers. Elite was a mass-murderer, killing her own former Queen, Krys. Kars was a murderer as well, killer of Queen Lea and overall lackluster leader that never gave them any reason to ally. Sinder and Oxytocin were quite simply, rude and incompetent. They heaped excuse upon excuse for their insults and till the day Vanquish died, there were grudges between the two kingdoms. Not to mention the fact that Lokii had attacked Yael while she was pregnant with the triplets, and Oxy had done nothing about it, proving that he had little regard for anything resembling diplomacy. There was nothing but ill will and bad feelings for sixteen years between the Valley and the Desert, and it all stemmed from the war and personality flaws.
That doesn’t mean that Yael still holds a grudge. If Eight offered them an olive branch and good reason to put aside old enmities, Yael would give him every opportunity to prove her assumptions wrong.
Camrynn might be surprised to find out the extent of Yael’s understanding. She’s not entirely unobservant, you know. Just terribly polite. Most of the time.
Yael took to the sky only couple of seconds after Cam, silently deciding that she wanted to go too. She’s never actually been to the Valley - even when they were at war, she remained in the Desert to keep it safe from any side attack. Yael was not a warrior, not in the conventional sense. She wouldn’t hesitate to protect, to put down the threat as quickly as possible, but she was more of the defensive mindset. The two of them flew through the sky on great wings, creating quite the striking pair; gold and silver, black and red and gold, and ever so briefly she is taken back to the days of Nocturnal. She remembers the dragons - the black one and the rose-gold one, the shifter and the then-resident magician. My, how history repeats itself…
When they draw close, Yael puts up her mind-shield. They are all magicians, and while she has self-imposed rules of courtesy (and is fairly certain that Cam wouldn’t try to pry into her mind), she has no idea whether or not Eight would. How strong were their magiks? Especially in respect to one another - who was oldest and strongest? If push came to shove, who would end up the victor? She knew Morphine had been one of the first magicians, somewhere on par with Evrae, but she didn’t know if that strength was echoed in her magic. To be sure, she was the least practiced… ah, it makes her head throb just thinking about the intricacies of it all. They land, and Yael gently probes the area to see who might be around, never leaping into anyone’s heads, merely feeling out the situation.
To break the silence, she murmurs to Cam rather wryly, “Vould you believ z’at een all my time xere, I haf never been to ze Valley? T’ey’ve alvays come to us.” Which, of course, was more than telling about the relationships of the past. She looks around with genuine interest; for all that it burned in dragonfire some twelve (or more) years ago, the re-growth was going well. Even after all the disasters. She can feel the disruption of the land here, but the magic of the land seems to feed off the disruption instead of being lessened by it. It was wild and vicious and coy, and so unlike the strong serenity of the Desert.
Yael, guardian of the desert