This one smells of ice, and he’s wrinkly. With the bunny killer and the ghost.
This is how the ravens alert Straia of the little group. Icy old man, bunny killer, and a ghost. Yes. Her life really is a bit odd. She’s probably one of the more normal ones that live here. She can smile politely (when it’s required only), she can play nice, she can flirt, can even be charming. She also dreams of destruction that isn’t, for once, the Chamber burning to the damn ground. But you know, that’s just part of being raised in a kingdom made of ash and ruin for far too long.
One day you are bound to want to inflict it elsewhere. Or maybe to avoid it altogether. But Straia didn’t pick that route.
For now, the Chamber simply ruffled feathers. The Chamberlings were amazingly active wandering around to the other kingdoms and scooping up a member here and there. Maybe failed attempts, but that was to be expected. She’s rather pleased with their successes though. And this one. Oh, how unhappy the Tundra will be. Poor boys.
She slips through the trees, the group coming into hearing distance and then not long after, Gryffen’s white coat appears. After that, the rest of the figures turn into horses, rather than blobs within the pine trees. Today, she has black raven wings tucked against her side. She’d been considering practicing with them, since it was a rather lovely summer day. Not too hot (though it was rarely hot in the Chamber), and not too cold. Ah, but her job is never done, and she never really does get to use just the wings. She’s much better at flying when she simply shifts to raven all together.
As usual, the crown of black raven feathers sits perched atop her head. “They are all my presents Gryffen,” she says with a chuckle, and a slight grin. To be fair, she had in fact brought him a present not all that long ago. She hadn’t intended it as such, but when the thought struck, it seemed so perfect. And indeed, it has seemed to work out well. She comes to stop by Shaytan, close though not touching (it seems rather inappropriate in this particular gathering). “And who have you brought me, Shaytan?” Of course Straia already knows, but she’ll give Shaytan the opportunity to brag.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber