03-23-2012, 07:06 AM
Caprica tended towards the superior: especially towards those who were not Anatheman. Her own superiors, well, to be ranked above herself accorded them great respect, for she had some strongly developing ideas about her own worth. Then there were those who were physically inferior to her: which was almost everybody, except the ones who were large like her but with much harder and firmer musculature: she admitted that in some ways her bulk did hold her back, especially with speed. But it did not hurt to have the power of weight behind her when strength was called for. Tlantli was manifestly smaller and not Anatheman, and yet, Caprica was aware of a certain feeling of deference around the ochre coy-woman. She could not put her finger on it, on why she felt almost awed by her presence. But when Tlantli commented on the final throwaway part of her statement, and gestured to the sky and spoke of magic, Caprica guessed why her heart was already half in thrall to her new acquaintance. Magic. She had it. Caprica didn't - she had no more than the gris-gris around her neck: no training, only raw - as she imagined - power, unformed and unknown. Tlantli spoke as if she understood some mystical power, and the D'Angelo realised this must be the intangible charisma she'd sensed from her presence. Her heart burned to learn more of the mystical arts. She wondered greedily what she could be, in possession of talents like Tlantli's.
"Lucky us, yeah," she smiled, well pleased to be included in the ex-Anatheman's estimations. "Less lucky for everybody else, perhaps." She should learn to control her power, she thought then, for others' sake and not only her own. So far, it seemed she had a fair bit of strength, due to the unintended results of the simple charm she'd had cast for her. It could not have been the Wiccan's influence alone. Panda had not even known the real motivation behind that spell. But Caprica had, and the object of her undesirable affections had fallen to her ethereal might. The thought frightened her but also excited her, just a little. "How did you come to know about magic?" she asked a little abruptly, too many thoughts whirling in her skull to frame a more delicate comment. Oh, she just wanted to know more - know it all - and now. Her horse had begun to crop the tufts of grass that broke through concrete cracks: Rohan was used to being ignored when her mistress had other things on her mind. Caprica was unconsciously leaning towards Tlantli, every part of her body intent and eager suddenly upon the woman, as if silently begging for answers to more questions than so far she had dared to ask.
"Lucky us, yeah," she smiled, well pleased to be included in the ex-Anatheman's estimations. "Less lucky for everybody else, perhaps." She should learn to control her power, she thought then, for others' sake and not only her own. So far, it seemed she had a fair bit of strength, due to the unintended results of the simple charm she'd had cast for her. It could not have been the Wiccan's influence alone. Panda had not even known the real motivation behind that spell. But Caprica had, and the object of her undesirable affections had fallen to her ethereal might. The thought frightened her but also excited her, just a little. "How did you come to know about magic?" she asked a little abruptly, too many thoughts whirling in her skull to frame a more delicate comment. Oh, she just wanted to know more - know it all - and now. Her horse had begun to crop the tufts of grass that broke through concrete cracks: Rohan was used to being ignored when her mistress had other things on her mind. Caprica was unconsciously leaning towards Tlantli, every part of her body intent and eager suddenly upon the woman, as if silently begging for answers to more questions than so far she had dared to ask.