She isn’t entirely surprised by the call, or the smell of someone new in the air. She is broken and bloodied and beaten, according to the ravens. The ghost got her, they caw. Of course the Chamber ghost got her. That’s what he did. He preyed on the weak and worthless. She didn’t entirely understand his hobby. It did her little good to waste her time with the weak and the worthless, but of course, there was a reason she was Queen and he was not. She could rule, and he could bring plenty of destruction in his wake. Which she could not do quite so easily as her ghost.
Still though, she admits that she’s rather curious about what Cellar can do. Unsafe. Unsafe sound terribly useful, and perhaps a bit fun in the right situation. It’s a shame that unsafe likely couldn’t kill her father in such a way. He was already half dead anyway, full of his own brand of poison as well. Shame. Because for that reason alone, she very well might use the girl.
Straia slips through the trees until she finds the trio. Cellar is already there, lighly brushing against the strange mare. Straia wonders if this mare is homeless, or if they are in the process of killing a member of some kingdom or another. The girl doesn’t smell like anywhere though, and she suspects Gryffen plucked her out of the meadow. Being so very wayward never really paid off, did it?
The bay and white queen doesn’t say anything. Just slips through the trees until she can see the trio, sure she can see them as well, waiting to see exactly what unsafe means. She feels vaguely sorry for the girl, for both girls. Though Cellar chose to serve, but the girl? It was a needless death, and though Straia didn’t mind death, she was less interested in wasting lives. But curiosity killed the cat after all, right?
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
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