The beauty of being a Queen is she is always timely. Even when she’s late, everyone else is simply early. She’s never late. Not even fashionably late. She is the party, after all. Everyone else simply has to wait.
That said, the ravens do make quicker entrances far easier. They alert her to guests and where those guests are to be found, rather than relying on her own sense of smell to lead her. Otherwise, it just happened to be Gallows lucky day that Straia wasn’t otherwise occupied with something more interested. Though truthfully, Gallows was very likely to be one of the most interested options Straia has. She is curious what the Valley thinks of fun, after all. She is also curious about Gallows, given Kushiel’s recommendation.
And warning.
“I was born to the beat of that heart. It is as much mine as it is the Chamber’s,” she says simply, dismissing any possible insult to the land. Straia has been to the Valley many times, and there is nothing interesting or distinct about the land. It’s perfectly acceptable. The Chamber, on the other hand, has it’s own built in army deterrent in the form of misty pine trees, a beating heat, and now a tree that is constantly on fire. And also ravens, but those will die with their Queen.
She doesn’t find it weird that Gallows knows who she is. Whether her son had given that information away, or Gallows was simply smart enough to identify the Raven Queen of the Chamber. Straia is well known as such throughout Beqanna, and she doesn’t keep herself a secret. After all, the crown of raven feathers on her head is as good as screaming her name these days.
Though she is slightly more curious as to just what image of herself Kushiel may have given his mother. Some of them were less than mother-friendly. Though nothing R-rated. At least not yet. She makes no promises. She rather likes the boy.
Thankfully, there’s still a dancing raven in her head. He’s very good at keeping her mind occupied and off potentially revealing thoughts. Also, he’s sort of cute. And amusing.
“I do,” she says, because of course she knows. She can’t mind read, but she has an army of spies. She knows most everything happening in Beqanna. “I believe you and I might share a definition of fun,” she says, simply because if the mare was here mentioning fun, Straia assumes this one likes chaos as well. You don’t see a different type of fun in the Chamber. “But what does your King think of fun?” This is the real question. Gallows may be a great friend, one day, but what of the stallion that made all the calls?
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
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