Straia is often awake this early in the morning. Not because, like so many, she dislikes sleep. Nightmares do not haunt her; terrors do not keep her eyes wide awake. She feels no remorse for the things she has done, and does not find that a constant barrage of guilty thoughts keeps sleep at bay. No, she sleeps just fine. But rather, there are things she could be doing. There’s so much more to life than sleep. And she does sleep, because it is necessary, because it keeps her alive. But she only sleeps as much as necessary.
Today, the ravens alert her to a girl in the field, there beneath the rising sun. She decides to go, because the Chamber is quiet, and even when it is not they do not need her. There are enough dedicated members that she no longer needs to be everywhere at once. Diplomatic greetings don’t require her presence; steals do not need her eyes on them (though the ravens are always watching). It’s amazing, really, how well the kingdom can operate without her constant presence. It’s a dream come true. Almost, anyway. They were almost where she wanted them to be.
Just a few more good bodies, and a few good shoves in the right direction, and the Chamber would be everything it should be.
She flies to the field in completely raven form, landing on the ground not that far from the palomino mare. Straia isn’t all that subtle, and even when she shifts back, she maintains the crown of feathers around her ears. Not because she cares if the world knows she is queen or not, but rather because she simply likes it. And Straia has never much cared what others think of her. She closes the distance between herself and the golden girl with a nod. “Straia, from the Chamber.”
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
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