06-05-2015, 07:41 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
The Deserts, perhaps more than any other kingdom in Beqanna, seems to be home to fringe dwellers. Not that Camrynn minds this – she's happy to have them there, regardless of whether they choose to interact with the rest of the residents. She's happy to have her kingdom be the one that offers shelter to everyone, regardless of who they are or where they come from. She's happy to have the Deserts be the umbrella of strength for anyone who needs it. After all, you can only be an umbrella of strength if you are, first and foremost, strong.
But she is also happy to see them come out of their shell, as Darking and Rowyn do today. She feels them approaching the oasis although she herself is many miles off. After some months as queen here her magic has started to intermingle with that of the kingdom, and she feels things here acutely – more or less if a rabbit so much as stirs (not that there are many rabbits here) she's going to know it. And when two horses stir and move, she's absolutely going to know it.
She watches as they come across the main oasis, mostly quiet today. She smiles as the young girl finds her way into the water, chasing fish that run away too easily. With a thought, the black mare melts into existence within the shadows of a tree across the way. Close enough that Darking would probably notice her sudden entrance (assuming she's that kind of telepath) but far enough away for it to not be threatening (or at least, that's the idea). She watches for a moment as though she'd been watching from there forever. She blends well in the shadows, entirely black without any markings. Today, her color changing eyes are a bright leaf-green, a celebration of the springtime that riots across the rest of Beqanna (although here in the Deserts, you'd almost never guess). The gilded crook-and-flail of the Deserts crown sits proud across her chest, reflecting stray beams of sunlight that bounce up from the sand around her. And across one cheek a string of diamonds and gemstones drapes gracefully, catching the light intermittently.
She steps gracefully from beneath the shade of her tree, crossing the oasis toward Darking. Her long mane and tail float in the breeze, more graceful and free of tangles than any wild horse's has any right to be. That's one of the perks of magic: she's able to quite freely keep her appearance everything she'd want it to be. Where other horses are bound by the rules of what's normal and what's possible, Camrynn is able to do exactly as she pleases.
Pausing as she passes the lake, Camrynn brings into existence a decently large silver fish. It is maybe six inches long, a koi fish with silver and pewter designs etched into its scales. It glows with a dull luminescence in the waters of the oasis, delicate, almost like a lantern. Camrynn releases her creation to temporary sentience, instructing it to play (gently) with Rowyn. She'll no doubt reclaim it when she's done with it (or more accurately, when Rowyn's done with it) but that's not for a bit yet.
"Hello." she greets Darking, smiling gently. "Welcome to the Deserts."
But she is also happy to see them come out of their shell, as Darking and Rowyn do today. She feels them approaching the oasis although she herself is many miles off. After some months as queen here her magic has started to intermingle with that of the kingdom, and she feels things here acutely – more or less if a rabbit so much as stirs (not that there are many rabbits here) she's going to know it. And when two horses stir and move, she's absolutely going to know it.
She watches as they come across the main oasis, mostly quiet today. She smiles as the young girl finds her way into the water, chasing fish that run away too easily. With a thought, the black mare melts into existence within the shadows of a tree across the way. Close enough that Darking would probably notice her sudden entrance (assuming she's that kind of telepath) but far enough away for it to not be threatening (or at least, that's the idea). She watches for a moment as though she'd been watching from there forever. She blends well in the shadows, entirely black without any markings. Today, her color changing eyes are a bright leaf-green, a celebration of the springtime that riots across the rest of Beqanna (although here in the Deserts, you'd almost never guess). The gilded crook-and-flail of the Deserts crown sits proud across her chest, reflecting stray beams of sunlight that bounce up from the sand around her. And across one cheek a string of diamonds and gemstones drapes gracefully, catching the light intermittently.
She steps gracefully from beneath the shade of her tree, crossing the oasis toward Darking. Her long mane and tail float in the breeze, more graceful and free of tangles than any wild horse's has any right to be. That's one of the perks of magic: she's able to quite freely keep her appearance everything she'd want it to be. Where other horses are bound by the rules of what's normal and what's possible, Camrynn is able to do exactly as she pleases.
Pausing as she passes the lake, Camrynn brings into existence a decently large silver fish. It is maybe six inches long, a koi fish with silver and pewter designs etched into its scales. It glows with a dull luminescence in the waters of the oasis, delicate, almost like a lantern. Camrynn releases her creation to temporary sentience, instructing it to play (gently) with Rowyn. She'll no doubt reclaim it when she's done with it (or more accurately, when Rowyn's done with it) but that's not for a bit yet.
"Hello." she greets Darking, smiling gently. "Welcome to the Deserts."
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery