Post by Evil Queen on May 19, 2020 21:51:21 GMT
(Closed to One. Set after the events of Blast of Wind to Fan Our Hate.)
The Evil Queen’s garments rippled. She was reminded of her familiar raven, Corpsin, as her eye caught the regal shadow following her along the walls of the Keep. Even in her haste, she ensured that her posture was perfect, that the silhouette moved with dignity.
Gone were the days of stooping as an old lady. For now.
To her mirror Regina sped. Goblins and goons occupying Maleficent’s buildings cleared out of her way as leaves before a storm front. Her mind pulsed through the events of the meeting she had held recently. Maleficent was willing to move the Cursed Thorns into position and occupy New York City as Dr. Facilier recommended. But Regina knew of a better way to be convinced.
She rarely used her slave in the looking glass. It may be a keen advantage for the Cursed Thorns, but The Queen wanted to ensure it was used only by herself. Maleficent was the only other being who knew of it. Regina would keep it that way. Every time she pulled the curtain it hid behind away, she increased the chances of discovery.
”Alas for the fool who spies upon my secrets.” Mused the sorceress to herself. The fabric floated away and down as she crossed her chambers and swept it back with a flick of her wrist.
The matriarch’s impeccable reflection stared back at her.
“Slave in the magic mirror,” intoned the villainess, “Come forth from the farthest space. Reveal to me: have we everything we need to attack the city of New York?”
At times, the demon’s answers were cryptic. Vague. Left much to be desired. Many a time had it’s mistress, who loved to study a subject to it’s farthest corner, felt fit to smash it. But it’s use was too great.
The poison-green face did not appear as it was wont to do in ages past. Instead, the echoing voice droned alone. ”Strength you have; but to drive the Enchanted Suns back, there is yet one ally whom you sorely lack.”
Long nails lifted to stroke a blemishless chin. Just because the mirror said they required one ally more, that did not guarantee victory. In her reign, Regina had never experienced war. She did not know if the old proverb, that one person could turn the tide of a battle, had been proven true. But it could not hurt to ask. And her interest was piqued. Why did her slave remain invisible to her?
“Who?” She asked simply. “Reveal this ally.”
The darkness in the mirror seemed to deepen...lengthen. Regina leaned forward, for once to absorbed to notice her own reflection.
The Evil Queen’s garments rippled. She was reminded of her familiar raven, Corpsin, as her eye caught the regal shadow following her along the walls of the Keep. Even in her haste, she ensured that her posture was perfect, that the silhouette moved with dignity.
Gone were the days of stooping as an old lady. For now.
To her mirror Regina sped. Goblins and goons occupying Maleficent’s buildings cleared out of her way as leaves before a storm front. Her mind pulsed through the events of the meeting she had held recently. Maleficent was willing to move the Cursed Thorns into position and occupy New York City as Dr. Facilier recommended. But Regina knew of a better way to be convinced.
She rarely used her slave in the looking glass. It may be a keen advantage for the Cursed Thorns, but The Queen wanted to ensure it was used only by herself. Maleficent was the only other being who knew of it. Regina would keep it that way. Every time she pulled the curtain it hid behind away, she increased the chances of discovery.
”Alas for the fool who spies upon my secrets.” Mused the sorceress to herself. The fabric floated away and down as she crossed her chambers and swept it back with a flick of her wrist.
The matriarch’s impeccable reflection stared back at her.
“Slave in the magic mirror,” intoned the villainess, “Come forth from the farthest space. Reveal to me: have we everything we need to attack the city of New York?”
At times, the demon’s answers were cryptic. Vague. Left much to be desired. Many a time had it’s mistress, who loved to study a subject to it’s farthest corner, felt fit to smash it. But it’s use was too great.
The poison-green face did not appear as it was wont to do in ages past. Instead, the echoing voice droned alone. ”Strength you have; but to drive the Enchanted Suns back, there is yet one ally whom you sorely lack.”
Long nails lifted to stroke a blemishless chin. Just because the mirror said they required one ally more, that did not guarantee victory. In her reign, Regina had never experienced war. She did not know if the old proverb, that one person could turn the tide of a battle, had been proven true. But it could not hurt to ask. And her interest was piqued. Why did her slave remain invisible to her?
“Who?” She asked simply. “Reveal this ally.”
The darkness in the mirror seemed to deepen...lengthen. Regina leaned forward, for once to absorbed to notice her own reflection.
