05-20-2015, 02:48 PM
Since the coronation? Had it been that long? She frowns, a little lost. How long has she been Queen? How many years have passed since she last paid attention to such meagre details as a year? A month? She looks around, from the heat and the blossoms in the garden, particular to certain plants at this time of year, she knows the season to be summer - at it's end. The last brilliant blossom of summer before the dark nights of the winter close in around them, for in the desert, there is not much else to define winter. It makes her think back to the days of her childhood, when she lived in the Falls, when she and Nekana would nuzzle deep into Flintfoots' thick winter coat to hide their faces from the driving snow. Then, when they woke up the next day, after a cold but cosy night, they would dance atop the white carpet, laugh and frolic, jump and sing. She misses snow. She misses cold. But they need her here, or at least, they still seem to want her here. So she shall stay. Besides, what is the Deserts now to her but a house inhabited by strangers. There is nothing left there but memories.
It's kindness that greets her, not anger, not accusations and shirking her duties. Pevensie smiles affectionately, glad that her fellow Queen is happy to employ compassion on this occasion. Had it been her mother judging her, the words might not have been so kind. In fact, had Pevensie been appraising herself, she would certainly not have been so forgiving. She knows she has failed them. For what is failure, if it is not living up to the expectations provided. However, unlike Cam, there were no terms provided for her upon the ascension to the throne. Only the general consensus that she should try her best. Well, perhaps now is the time to turn that around. It's now or never.
"I plan on visiting the Falls'. I will do this alone, I shall offer them our friendship. I owe them that. I owe it to my mother, my sister - her children. She would want it and I can see no harm for us in this gesture. Anyone that wishes to help defend them will be given the option, but I certainly would be going, should anyone threaten the waterfall." she says, softly, sweetly even. However, though the words be gentle as petals, they are as firm and un-malleable as iron. It is not a point for discussion, nor for negotiation. Her eyes cloud over with a sadness, again, she is thinking of snow.
She doesn't venture into the reasons behind it with Cam. In part, though she doesn't show it, deep down she wonders whether she can really trust her adopted daughter. So much was left unexplained, so much without justification. She trusts the black mare to do what is right by the Deserts, because she is bound to do so by some of the few creatures more powerful than herself. She even thinks that Cam would do it, without that promise. However, there is something missing from their relationship now. They are no longer mother and daughter. They are Queen and Queen. Even before that, Pevensie was not her real mother. She has a real mother somewhere, all her children do.
She has never felt so alone. She tries to hide it, with her warm smile, her happy eyes.
"Any news with you? What have I missed?"
It's kindness that greets her, not anger, not accusations and shirking her duties. Pevensie smiles affectionately, glad that her fellow Queen is happy to employ compassion on this occasion. Had it been her mother judging her, the words might not have been so kind. In fact, had Pevensie been appraising herself, she would certainly not have been so forgiving. She knows she has failed them. For what is failure, if it is not living up to the expectations provided. However, unlike Cam, there were no terms provided for her upon the ascension to the throne. Only the general consensus that she should try her best. Well, perhaps now is the time to turn that around. It's now or never.
"I plan on visiting the Falls'. I will do this alone, I shall offer them our friendship. I owe them that. I owe it to my mother, my sister - her children. She would want it and I can see no harm for us in this gesture. Anyone that wishes to help defend them will be given the option, but I certainly would be going, should anyone threaten the waterfall." she says, softly, sweetly even. However, though the words be gentle as petals, they are as firm and un-malleable as iron. It is not a point for discussion, nor for negotiation. Her eyes cloud over with a sadness, again, she is thinking of snow.
She doesn't venture into the reasons behind it with Cam. In part, though she doesn't show it, deep down she wonders whether she can really trust her adopted daughter. So much was left unexplained, so much without justification. She trusts the black mare to do what is right by the Deserts, because she is bound to do so by some of the few creatures more powerful than herself. She even thinks that Cam would do it, without that promise. However, there is something missing from their relationship now. They are no longer mother and daughter. They are Queen and Queen. Even before that, Pevensie was not her real mother. She has a real mother somewhere, all her children do.
She has never felt so alone. She tries to hide it, with her warm smile, her happy eyes.
"Any news with you? What have I missed?"