He’s a fool if he thinks introducing himself or not is relevant to his good time. She knows everything that goes on within her kingdom (and quite a lot of what goes on outside of it as well). Having an army of ravens to act as spies comes in quite handy. Her kingdom members know well enough that they have no secrets here, and nor should they. She has no secrets from them. There’s no question she won’t answer, no plans she has that they aren’t aware of. What good would that do any of them? Secrets were her father’s downfall as King. They would not be hers.
Not that she doesn’t have secrets from those outside the kingdom, but those sorts of secrets were necessary.
She’s known of Kushiel since he crossed the border. A gray fire is here! the crows had said. She knows where Kushiel took the Dale diplomat, she knows what was said in the conversation. She’s not entirely sure she’s pleased that he invited a high ranking member of another kingdom into their borders without permission, but in truth, she has nothing to hide. The Chamber is strong, far more than the Dale, and she doesn’t see what harm can come from Elysteria taking that knowledge home.
She also knows that the Chamber is rather full of different creatures, and for the most part, she leaves them all to their own devices. So long as they are loyal to the Chamber, so long as they do nothing to harm the kingdom, they can do as they please. Shaytan disappears to greener places where she can eat bunnies now and again. Gryffen has a collection of broken little pets running around here, and has killed a wayward mare with Cellar’s unsafe skin. Atrox comes and goes as he pleases. And she? She has a army of ravens at her disposal, and she spies on everyone.
He finds her though before she decides they need to properly meet. She grins slightly at his greeting. Straia, as a Queen, has never sought bows or some fake show of respect. She has worked, and will continue to work, to earn the respect that may be given to her. Though she admits, she wears her crown of feathers still. It amuses her, more than anything else. There’s no need for it, but she can, and so she does. Because why not? Wouldn’t others, if they too could fashion a crown of gleaming black feathers simply because they thought of it. Camrynn may not wear a crown, but she wore her magic painted on her in a thousand other marks. So Straia wasn’t alone.
“Kushiel,” she says simply, warmly enough. He greeting doesn’t bother her. “It is rather fancy, isn’t it?” she chuckles as a raven made of glass appears on her back. Just because. Well really, because if they are being fancy, she’s going to play along. “How are you finding the Chamber?”
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission