I was looking for a breath of life
another taste of divine rush
OH and they think Shay is a little out of sorts? The stallion speaks to no one and she giggles, and then cuts herself off. Only for a second or two, because she is quick to start giggling again. Ahahahahaha. Now there are two crazies here, and what is the poor Chamber to do? And then she stops abruptly, a sobering thought quelling all little bubbles of amusement. Oh. Oh what if Straia liked crazy, and that was why she liked Shaytan. Her lips purse together as she turns her head and narrows his eyes, as if straining could help her see him better.
But then he snaps and oh, she does not like that. Everyone thinks her useless and she is a point, but not this one - not a complete stranger. Was it that Gryffen? The white one, who kept toting around his broken playthings as if they were trophies worthy of commendation. She doesn’t know what rank he holds, she doesn’t care. Shaytan snaps her teeth in response to the stallions comment about her title. “Doesn’t matter! I don’t know you. Why are you by my tree?”
Yes, yes, her tree. He doesn’t know her, so she can claim it. Who better than the obsessive (borderling compulsive) lady to guard the tree? The fire reminds her of things she should cower in fear from. Of Nerissa and toy boxes and other very impossible things. And so she downgrades it to a vivid dream, and conveniently forgets about the bunny on her chest. Or if asked, why, she was born with it? It is fate. “Blind?” She snorts in amusement. Oh yes, now she knows why he is here. It all makes sense now! Unfortunately, none of that sense will work in his favor.
“You must be one of Gryffen’s pets.” There is thinly veiled disapproval in her voice. Shaytan is of the opinion that they should only bring the strong into the Chamber (again, conveniently forgetting that she should be considered a weaker link). His pets and prisoners litter the kingdom. It’s disgusting. Nevermind that she is something like Straia’s pet. Or she would be, if given the chance. Oh, to be a raven that perches on her shoulder!
Shaytan
so many lives
so many pairs of eyes