06-28-2015, 04:42 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
Camrynn is no child, but she too does not know fear. What is there to fear, when you are as they are? What is there to fear when you are eternal, when nothing (or, very few things) can harm you, let alone actually destroy you? Carnage could, perhaps, but Carnage can do virtually anything. Other magicians could, perhaps, if they banded together and focused on it with enough intensity. But what are the chances of that happening, in this world where so few magicians are really out for the common good?
But here in this place, in this secret garden of Isilya's mind, there is no need for fear. Camrynn would not dare harm a magician, much less a young magician like this girl.
The girl might not understand what she is, but she shapes the dream like a regular pro. Isilya comes, and upon seeing Camrynn she adjusts the dream to match. Camrynn marvels at the menagerie that the girl creates, smiling at the lion, the dog, all of them dream-creatures that come from the mind of one whose imagination is every inch as active as Camrynn's own. It's incredibly refreshing, and the black mare smiles – a genuine smile.
"Hello." her voice is velvet, soft, gentle, and warm as she returns Isilya's greeting. "My name's Camrynn." She replies, the smile still in place. This is the closest she's come to ever being truly maternal. Normally children are not her favorite, but already she feels a genuine affection for sweet Isilya. "You're very kind to call me beautiful, but I'm not a fairy." She smiles impishly then. "…although, I could be one, for a little bit."
And with a thought, she turns herself into a tiny fairy horse. She becomes a light shade of sunrise pink, her mane and tail a gradient of lavender and pink, adorned with sparkles and flowers. Her tail is the same, a cascade of matching flowers woven in. From her back two gauzy wings sprout, diaphanous and trailing sparkles as they flutter, lifting her gently off the ground.
Yes, she looks quite similar to the avatar photo that the Beqanna Fairy uses. Don't judge.
"You can be a fairy too." her voice is a delicate fairy's voice, high pitched but also impossibly kind. "We can both be anything we want to be. Especially here in dreams, but when we're awake too." She makes herself tiny then, no bigger than the size of a dragonfly, and buzzes over (trailing glitter as she goes) to perch delicately on Isilya's nose, tickling ever so slightly as she lands, defying the laws of gravity (if they applied here in the dream world) to stay there without sliding off.
But here in this place, in this secret garden of Isilya's mind, there is no need for fear. Camrynn would not dare harm a magician, much less a young magician like this girl.
The girl might not understand what she is, but she shapes the dream like a regular pro. Isilya comes, and upon seeing Camrynn she adjusts the dream to match. Camrynn marvels at the menagerie that the girl creates, smiling at the lion, the dog, all of them dream-creatures that come from the mind of one whose imagination is every inch as active as Camrynn's own. It's incredibly refreshing, and the black mare smiles – a genuine smile.
"Hello." her voice is velvet, soft, gentle, and warm as she returns Isilya's greeting. "My name's Camrynn." She replies, the smile still in place. This is the closest she's come to ever being truly maternal. Normally children are not her favorite, but already she feels a genuine affection for sweet Isilya. "You're very kind to call me beautiful, but I'm not a fairy." She smiles impishly then. "…although, I could be one, for a little bit."
And with a thought, she turns herself into a tiny fairy horse. She becomes a light shade of sunrise pink, her mane and tail a gradient of lavender and pink, adorned with sparkles and flowers. Her tail is the same, a cascade of matching flowers woven in. From her back two gauzy wings sprout, diaphanous and trailing sparkles as they flutter, lifting her gently off the ground.
Yes, she looks quite similar to the avatar photo that the Beqanna Fairy uses. Don't judge.
"You can be a fairy too." her voice is a delicate fairy's voice, high pitched but also impossibly kind. "We can both be anything we want to be. Especially here in dreams, but when we're awake too." She makes herself tiny then, no bigger than the size of a dragonfly, and buzzes over (trailing glitter as she goes) to perch delicately on Isilya's nose, tickling ever so slightly as she lands, defying the laws of gravity (if they applied here in the dream world) to stay there without sliding off.
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery
@[Isilya] sorry I'm lame and took forever <3