She is almost surprised as how disappointed she is when he unwraps himself from around her. There is a part of her that isn’t quite ready to leave this moment, to leave the field, to go back to ruling. There’s a part of her that could simply stay here, content in the heat of his skin and the prickle of pain that comes with his bites. Nothing overly hard, but hard enough to elicit a slight shiver of enjoyment, though she holds herself together well enough that it’s unlikely he notices. Though maybe, because for once, she doesn’t entirely hide it.
But still, another part of her is ready for the noise. Part of her is giddy and excited as a schoolgirl at the thought of what they could accomplish. She had a kingdom at her command, and he had ideas not necessarily tied to the good of that kingdom. Together, they could find something that suited everyone, that stirred the pot, that left Beqanna running at the sight of a Chamber member or cowering at their names. She wants to be remembered. Not for her sake, but for the Chambers. She wants her kingdom to be the stuff of nightmares, wants to keep the other kingdoms up at night.
She laughs slightly at the mention of the Gates, leading him slowly out of the meadow. They brush now and again, and she’s in no real rush, though the Chamber is not all that far away. The kingdom does have a rather useful location in Beqanna. Not too far from most things, yet secluded enough to be protected. “Indeed they are. None too bright, either. They brought a broken girl to the Chamber on a diplomatic mission. One, might I add, Gryffen rather has his eye on. He seems to get his prizes, eventually.”
She doesn’t except Weed to know who Gryffen is, but it’s irrelevant other than the girl and the fact that the Chamber would spirit her away just as soon as they could. For her part, she was simply tired of them crawling around. She had broken the treaty with their previous Queen and yet still the Gates came back to them, looking for an alliance. Not that she hadn’t made her disdain rather clear rather quickly.
It doesn’t take them that long to find the pine trees on the horizon, still small compared to what they will grow to, but still impressive. The rise up on the horizon until they are inside the forest. She leads him through with the same grace she’s had all her life, years spent weaving her way through these very trees. She doesn’t doubt that Weed can follow, perhaps not as gracefully, but well enough. After all, he could move roots out of the way, if he really needed. She almost laughs at the thought, realizing she really did have a thing for wildlife, apparently.
But instead she turns to face him as the trees thin and the thumping beneath their feet becomes more prominent. She grins slightly, but it’s not her usual playful look. No, this is a look of someone who knows very much just where she belongs. “What do you think?”
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission