[private] will never be pretty

[Straia]

sometimes we want what we want --
    -- even if we know it’s going to kill us.

Today, it seems, would be the day. She is engrossed in her work, but still, she feels the tingle of her magic as Greta comes to find her, and she is expecting the voice when she finally hears the girl. Not truly a child, though Straia cannot help but see her as such. Eight, it would seem, had never given his daughter the space to grow up, to become more.

Straia turns her attention to Greta, a warm smile on her lips, her amber eyes cool and calculating as always, but there is a warmth there too. Straia may be capable of much, but that did not mean she was without a heart. ”You did well, Greta,” she says in that smoky voice of hers, nodding at the girl. ”I am glad you have come.”

Not that Straia doubted that she would, but still, she does mean it. She is glad Greta is here, for Straia wants to offer her what Eight never did. Freedom. ”I have a question for you, and I want you to answer honestly. There is no right or wrong answer, understand?” She pauses, making sure this part is clear before she continues. ”It seems to me that you have lived under the grip of your father for far too long. I would free you, if you wish it. I do not expect you to follow me in exchange either. You will be allowed to choose your own path.”

-- straia

the raven queen

@[greta]