07-16-2015, 10:55 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
Darkness. Fog. Smoke and mirrors. Some horses lose themselves forever in these, disappearing when the world becomes too much, sinking into them like an ocean only to resurface some years later, spat out like a drowned sailor onto the shore.
But not Camrynn. Camrynn's whole world is smoke and mirrors, but it's more than that. She is the mistress of the mirrors, the one who started the fire that caused the smoke, the one who beckons the darkness. This is her world, her oyster, and they all walk within it at her leisure.
And in this world, her world, her oyster, nothing much slips past her. Not the noise of the squirrels in the trees, or the soft rustle of the breeze through the grass, and most certainly not the inevitable ticking of destiny that heralds the return of one of Beqanna's own.
Nestled comfortably within the warm sands of the Deserts, Camrynn spies on the girl in the meadow without shame. She flicks through memories both personal and communal, laying Tantalize's life bare for her to examine. With Camrynn, there is no privacy. Nothing is sacred. She can open any mind like a book, reading it or rewriting it at her leisure. It is hard to stay out of minds when you wield that kind of power.
With a thought she decides to go pay the girl a visit.
She has recently taken to appearing off in the distance and walking over to new horses, but she can't be bothered with that today. And so she simply appears next to Tantalize, with no fanfare. One moment she is not there, and the next she is – as relaxed as can be, as though she'd been waiting there all along.
Camrynn is a magnificent mare by any definition. Decently tall, she is curvy and lean in all the right places. She's pure black, with no markings and no scars, and a black mane and tail that fall long, straight, and free of tangles. Across her chest a gold crook and flail reflect the summer light, shining brightly. On her left cheek, a trail of diamonds and gemstones drapes across the flat expanse of bone like a necklace. And her eyes – today they are a bright blue, as blue as the sky that shines down on the meadow.
"Well, welcome back." she greets with a smile, her tone casual. Her voice is uncommonly smooth and pleasant, like honey, chocolate, velvet. She could add so much more, explain the power that lies behind her secret smile, explain all the things that she is and all the reasons that she's here. But instead, she settles for the first and simplest of all the secrets she knows. "I'm Camrynn."
But not Camrynn. Camrynn's whole world is smoke and mirrors, but it's more than that. She is the mistress of the mirrors, the one who started the fire that caused the smoke, the one who beckons the darkness. This is her world, her oyster, and they all walk within it at her leisure.
And in this world, her world, her oyster, nothing much slips past her. Not the noise of the squirrels in the trees, or the soft rustle of the breeze through the grass, and most certainly not the inevitable ticking of destiny that heralds the return of one of Beqanna's own.
Nestled comfortably within the warm sands of the Deserts, Camrynn spies on the girl in the meadow without shame. She flicks through memories both personal and communal, laying Tantalize's life bare for her to examine. With Camrynn, there is no privacy. Nothing is sacred. She can open any mind like a book, reading it or rewriting it at her leisure. It is hard to stay out of minds when you wield that kind of power.
With a thought she decides to go pay the girl a visit.
She has recently taken to appearing off in the distance and walking over to new horses, but she can't be bothered with that today. And so she simply appears next to Tantalize, with no fanfare. One moment she is not there, and the next she is – as relaxed as can be, as though she'd been waiting there all along.
Camrynn is a magnificent mare by any definition. Decently tall, she is curvy and lean in all the right places. She's pure black, with no markings and no scars, and a black mane and tail that fall long, straight, and free of tangles. Across her chest a gold crook and flail reflect the summer light, shining brightly. On her left cheek, a trail of diamonds and gemstones drapes across the flat expanse of bone like a necklace. And her eyes – today they are a bright blue, as blue as the sky that shines down on the meadow.
"Well, welcome back." she greets with a smile, her tone casual. Her voice is uncommonly smooth and pleasant, like honey, chocolate, velvet. She could add so much more, explain the power that lies behind her secret smile, explain all the things that she is and all the reasons that she's here. But instead, she settles for the first and simplest of all the secrets she knows. "I'm Camrynn."
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery