For now though, it is Sochi that captures Straia’s attention, as is befitting the victor of Straia’s little trial. Hell hath no fury like a woman, after all (scorned or not is irrelevant). Sochi’s dream for Beqanna interested Straia though, something different. Different even then the chaos and power Straia had once sought, given that Straia had sought it in the name of a land. The goal had never been to put her own name on the map, but the Chamber’s. A name that had once been great and feared and had been left to fester and rot.
Funny, how easily everything can be erased. Yet they persist anyway.
Straia finds Sochi when she is alone and hopefully a bit more settled into this new home of hers. It is, technically, Straia’s home now too, but she is something a bit too other to truly call anyplace home now. Besides, her heart would always belong to the Chamber. As has become her habit, Straia simply appears without fanfare (if you ignore the part where she simply appears from thin air, of course). ”You won,” she says with a grin that almost looks like a compliment. ”So tell me, what is it you plan to do next?”
@[sochi]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission