05-27-2015, 02:41 PM
Loyalty. It isn't something that Pevensie can be accused of having, for the most part. She is kind, often fond of other horses, but she has never felt an affiliation to a kingdom or to an idea. It is to horses, to those she has loved, to those that have loved her that she feels she must owe her alliance. Her sister was of the Falls'. She was born there, the horses she grew up with lived there. She knows them still, in her heart, knows they may go back there. It is her loyalty to her sister, to her mother, and her countless friends that she preserve the Kingdom how they might have wanted it. She hopes she will love the Deserts the same one day, but it will take time. She knows she must get to know her subjects, learn to love them the way she once loved those of her old home. It will take time, and luckily, she has plenty of that to give.
Some might say too much.
Cam's anger, her displeasure, goes entirely unnoticed. Pevensie has never been one to pry or dig, if a horse cannot bring themselves to be open and honest, to let something fester, than may the consequences of that be on their own head. Or maybe Pevensie is so honest and generally trusting, that she wouldn't believe Cam would keep something important from her co-Queen. The little buckskin lets any tension slip by unnoticed.
The black mare moved the conversation on and Pevensie frowns, listening intently, her brow furrowed with thought and concentration. She nods and hums, a low rumble of agreement or contemplation, the cogs of her inner clock ticking away as she calculates the impact of the ideas proposed. The little buckskin hums and hars, cocking her head this way and that until it is still once more and she is left locking eyes intently with her daughter.
"No. I agree, if an ally has done wrong, then if we judge it is wrong we have no reason to support their endeavours. Perhaps we might even seek to hinder them, if it is in our best interests," she agrees, knowing that it has always been within her to choose the right. Maybe that is why she is sat upon the Desert throne after all these years, a Queen of light and good, rather than the mixed fortunes of the Falls' - anyone who knows her, knows that Pevensie is not capable of foul deeds, even for the good of her own people.
"I must say one thing though." she closes her eyes now, remembering back. She is standing in the Jungle. It is warm, humid. Echion is there, Kagerou and Quark too. Her son is beneath her forelegs, quivering at the sight of the powerful women before him, seeking solace in her warmth. The birds screech and sing around them, the leaves above her head whistle in the wind. Who was it? Was it the Valley they sought to fight? Or the Chamber? The aggressor escapes her weary memory, but she remembers it distinctly. She remembers that the Amazonian women asked her to fight. They asked her to abandon her son and daughters, abandon the other children of the Jungle to go and spill the blood of mothers, sisters, brothers, fathers. She refused. They had gracefully accepted it, in return for her promise to safeguard the Jungle in their stead. They had made no demands of her. Pevensie intends to make no demands of anyone else in return.
"A long time ago, I was ordered into battle. I refused, petitioned my refusal and it was accepted. I want our kingdom to flourish, but I know it can only do so with acceptance and compassion. Those that join our army, they do so to serve this kingdom and protect it. If invaders come to our door, they must stand and fight - that much they have sworn. However, I ask that we do not presume their oath. I think they should be allowed to make their own decisions, as individuals, on matters outside this kingdom. It is a privilege I have been afforded, and something I was very grateful for. I will not make anyone fight against their will, in the battles we choose outside these Desert walls. I want them to go of their own free will. They have a right to choose what they might die for, I hope you agree," she says, drawn back to the present as a gust of warm air flushes over her face. An army dragged, kicking and screaming, would be no good to them. Yes, she wants a strong kingdom. But more than that, far more, she wants a fair one.
"When I look at the Desert, I see hope. Justice. Good. I will strive to be all those things as a Queen, to shun deception, betrayal, greed. That is what this crown means to me,"
Some might say too much.
Cam's anger, her displeasure, goes entirely unnoticed. Pevensie has never been one to pry or dig, if a horse cannot bring themselves to be open and honest, to let something fester, than may the consequences of that be on their own head. Or maybe Pevensie is so honest and generally trusting, that she wouldn't believe Cam would keep something important from her co-Queen. The little buckskin lets any tension slip by unnoticed.
The black mare moved the conversation on and Pevensie frowns, listening intently, her brow furrowed with thought and concentration. She nods and hums, a low rumble of agreement or contemplation, the cogs of her inner clock ticking away as she calculates the impact of the ideas proposed. The little buckskin hums and hars, cocking her head this way and that until it is still once more and she is left locking eyes intently with her daughter.
"No. I agree, if an ally has done wrong, then if we judge it is wrong we have no reason to support their endeavours. Perhaps we might even seek to hinder them, if it is in our best interests," she agrees, knowing that it has always been within her to choose the right. Maybe that is why she is sat upon the Desert throne after all these years, a Queen of light and good, rather than the mixed fortunes of the Falls' - anyone who knows her, knows that Pevensie is not capable of foul deeds, even for the good of her own people.
"I must say one thing though." she closes her eyes now, remembering back. She is standing in the Jungle. It is warm, humid. Echion is there, Kagerou and Quark too. Her son is beneath her forelegs, quivering at the sight of the powerful women before him, seeking solace in her warmth. The birds screech and sing around them, the leaves above her head whistle in the wind. Who was it? Was it the Valley they sought to fight? Or the Chamber? The aggressor escapes her weary memory, but she remembers it distinctly. She remembers that the Amazonian women asked her to fight. They asked her to abandon her son and daughters, abandon the other children of the Jungle to go and spill the blood of mothers, sisters, brothers, fathers. She refused. They had gracefully accepted it, in return for her promise to safeguard the Jungle in their stead. They had made no demands of her. Pevensie intends to make no demands of anyone else in return.
"A long time ago, I was ordered into battle. I refused, petitioned my refusal and it was accepted. I want our kingdom to flourish, but I know it can only do so with acceptance and compassion. Those that join our army, they do so to serve this kingdom and protect it. If invaders come to our door, they must stand and fight - that much they have sworn. However, I ask that we do not presume their oath. I think they should be allowed to make their own decisions, as individuals, on matters outside this kingdom. It is a privilege I have been afforded, and something I was very grateful for. I will not make anyone fight against their will, in the battles we choose outside these Desert walls. I want them to go of their own free will. They have a right to choose what they might die for, I hope you agree," she says, drawn back to the present as a gust of warm air flushes over her face. An army dragged, kicking and screaming, would be no good to them. Yes, she wants a strong kingdom. But more than that, far more, she wants a fair one.
"When I look at the Desert, I see hope. Justice. Good. I will strive to be all those things as a Queen, to shun deception, betrayal, greed. That is what this crown means to me,"