She’s heard that the Valley is in new hands. And she’s been waiting. Waiting for more news from the ravens (they say the new Valley king is nice, which seems like nonsense, but the ravens don’t understand anything but the truth). Waiting to see what move the Valley might make. They have an alliance, certainly, but is it one they want to continue now? She doesn’t know, and so she’s let the matter be. For now, anyway.
Today though, her waiting is at least slightly rewarded. There are two from the Valley. One fragile thing (why do kingdoms keep sending the broken and fragile and quite things to the place full of monsters?) and one that actually knows what she’s doing. Straia knows, and is watching as Gryffen hisses back from his place in the shadows. The Chamber members are often hidden in shadows. Today, Straia is simply hidden in the trees with the rest of the ravens.
When Gallows introduces herself, at least acting like there’s going to be no party, Straia leaves the trees. She lands on the ground not far from the trio before shifting back into a horse. Gryffen hasn’t actually come out yet, but he is stark white, and he can’t hide that well. She knows he’s there. And she’s here as much for her own curiosity as to make sure he doesn’t destroy the tentative alliance between the two kingdoms. Certainly, they were fragile things. But if it turned out Demian was even remotely like-minded to the Chamber, they could do great things together.
“Welcome.” she says. She keeps her mind intentionally blank, except for the image of a raven that flaps about in there. She doesn’t actually know how Gallows knows about Gryffen’s little herd, but just in case. “Straia. What can we do for you?”
straia
the raven queen of the chamber