[private] will never be pretty

[Straia]

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

She is bound by one thing and one thing only, the Chamber. It is her anchor, her north star. But otherwise, Straia is bound and beholden to none. Carnage could outdo her, certainly, though he was unlikely to be on the opposite side of any fight (if he could even be found on any side). Carnage lived for himself, where Straia lived for the Chamber, and now, for what Beqanna could be. No magician will frighten her, when her goals are so much bigger than anything one magician could be. Even one as dark and cruel as Eight (for in the end, she would not consider herself better, just different).

The magic is an easy thing, but the girl’s reaction is well worth the effort. It would have been worth much more. ”He cannot find you easily, at any rate. Magic is always an imperfect thing, but if you do not want to be found, he is unlikely to succeed.” Intention was half the battle where magic was concerned. She must learn to stand on her own feet now. ”If you seek him, even in the very depths of your heart where even you barely go, it will give him a path in. Do you understand?”

At the girl’s question though, Straia grins slightly, and there is a spark of the child she once was in that. ”I would make damn sure that no one ever took my freedom again.” It is clear that she means so much more, that she would stop at nothing to burn the world to the ground and make herself so much more than any of them. In a way, hadn’t she once done exactly that? Lived under her father’s thumb until she’d been given the opportunity to take his throne instead?

-- straia

the raven queen

@[greta]