The ravens aren’t dirty. They are clever, cunning little creatures that just so happen to have figured out that no one will eat dead things. They had a plethora of food, rather than so many other starving creatures out there. Especially in the Chamber. There’s usually something dead not all that far off. She would not take kindly to his thoughts, if she could read them. Calling her birds dirty is a very good reason for her to go to war.
Straia doesn’t really need much in the way of reasons.
But neither Gryffen nor Shaytan are fringe players in the Chamber. They wear their crazy a bit more on their sleeve. But everyone in the Chamber is a little bit crazy. She just recently had a conversation with Kushinel about this very thing. It is a beautiful, uninhibited madness that lives in the Chamber. They do not require names to be polite. Truthfully, they do not care who you are unless you are useful. They are happy to watch the world burn.
Except the pine trees. Though eventually, Straia would even pay that price if needed.
The man, despite hailing from the Tundra supposedly full of strong, war-minded men, somewhat seems like he wants to pee himself. He tries to threaten, and she can’t help but grin at this point. “I had no intentions of hurting you at all,” she says, flicking her black and white tail. It is an old habit, one of the few that remains from her petulant child days. She has grown into mischievous Queen instead, but still, the two are not so very different. “But the promise of war is rather tantalizing. I’m not entirely sure why you think that’s a threat.”
She smiles at Shaytan, then looks over to Gryffen. “What do you think? Should we start a war over an old man?” She really doesn’t intend to do anything. He’s not enough of a reason to start a war, and if she were going to have the Chamber raid a kingdom, she’d rather set the terms. While she may have the advantage of the pine trees, of watching invading armies get lost trying to actually find the Chamberlings, it’s far more fun if they have some stake in the game. And she doesn’t know what the hell they’d actually do with an old man.
But it’s fun to amuse herself. And he’s making it so terribly easy.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber