Fiasko agrees, and Straia is nothing if not a woman of her word. There are few left in the Gates at this point anyway. Kushiel has been sent to the Deserts, Erebor to the Amazons. The ravens are keeping close tabs on them, because she’s not about to leave them unattented. But they are big boys, and plenty capable of helping themselves, so she has not interefered.
But she made a promise to Fiasko, and so a raven made of shadows and with a rather overly sharp, fang-like beak, settles on Shaytans back as she rears to attack the king. Not that Straia really wants to stop this attack, and perhaps the raven is too slow. She doesn’t care. All she said was she’d leave the Gates in some state slightly less than ruin.
The raven caws, and then moves up Shaytan’s neck until it can whisper in the mare’s ear, with a voice eerily like Straia’s, though no one else can hear. ”Home, Shaytan. You’ve done well.” Then the raven moves back to the spotted mare’s back, wings growing larger and larger until they are horse sized. The raven disappears, but the wings remain, attached to Shaytan just long enough to carry her home.
A second raven lands on Cellar. It is nothing but a ghost, there but not quite there. It can touch her without dying, because it is already dead. "Home, Cellar," it whispers in the girl's ear. Cellar needs no help escaping, but the raven turns to wings as with Shaytan, giving her the option to fly home.
The last raven, this one weaved together out of vines, lands on Weed. He is not Straia’s to command, and she does not. Instead, the raven whispers in his ear, “Think of it as a gift, and a beginning.” He doesn’t need her help either, she knows this. The ravens stays though, his to command or turn into wings as well until he leaves the Gates. Just enough to keep them safe with the other half of the force gone or poofed away.
Straia never comes. But she doesn’t need to. Her eyes and ears are everywhere.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
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