Here they are, Queen and Queen. You'd have thought that the Amazonians would rather enjoy having a kingdom ruled by two powerful women as their ally, but that mark across her chest seems to put the idea into perspective. For as long as she is marred by the cut, the Jungle will never trust the Deserts. They have an alliance yes, but it is a fragile one. There have been better castles built from sand, of that, the buckskin mare is sure.
"It would do no good. Scorch knows who I am. As long as she rules, it doesn't matter if I hide the scar or not. Perhaps, the next time I return, in many years to come it might help. I speak as if it is a certainty, that I will come back from the wilderness next time. I should say if I return. However, I won't be leaving. Not for a long while yet." she says, twisting the sunlight around her into a swirl that she blows back into Camrynn's face with a gentle laugh. Harmless as fairy dust, until Pevensie wants to harm someone. Besides, the pony-Queen knows that Camrynn could break her far more easily than Pevensie could put a scratch on her perfect black skin.
She looks at the tattoo, until is disappears. "I can't even remember what my symbol was... was it a sunlight? A sunbird? I have no idea. It was so long ago that I got it, and I signed the oath because I was given no choice. You are one, or you are not. No in-between," she muses aloud, stepping forward to watch the dying sunlight over the horizon. She looks back at Cam, beautiful, regal in her black with her golden tattoo. She was the one born to be Queen here in this rich Desert kingdom, or at least that one most appropriate to cast into the role.
"Why did you join the Amazons? Why join them, but follow me here?" she asks, not entirely sure she will be comfortable with the answer. Too late now though, the question has been said, and cannot be unsaid.
