between the shadows and the soul - lagertha

[Straia]

i am the violence in the pouring rain

i am a hurricane

Erebor, thankfully, has inherited a prettier tongue than either of his parents. Straia could play the diplomat, but she had never much cared for it. Being blunt and to the point has always been easier, and sometimes blunt with Straia is also rude. But her son was so well composed, that when he spoke, he was very to the point and very truthful. He fought with the same thought, the same composure. She still had no idea how she got so lucky to have given birth to such a perfectly formed child. Because really, neither her or Warship could take much credit for the boy. He just sort of popped out like that, and finally just grew into his body.

Anguisette was another matter. One that Straia wasn’t sure she cared about. The girl had no real connection to the Chamber. She might be Gryffen’s child, but she had never stepped foot in the Chamber. She did not serve it. So why should the Chamber go to war for the girl? They may be antsy, but she wouldn’t have her kingdom either a) burned to the ground or b) burning someone else to the ground, for a problem that simply wasn’t hers. Gryffen would have to offer more of a reason than that, or learn to take better care of his brood.

She spies the raven first, Lagertha on her heels. She’s already shifting back as Lagertha calls out. Straia isn’t afraid of the Amazons. No, they wouldn’t hurt her if she posed no threat, and today, she truly didn’t. Instead, she smiles as the feathers on her skin turn back to her usual tri-colored coat. “Forgive the strange meeting, but I was rather hoping to keep it to just the two of us.” Because if Straia had arrived with the usual fanfare of any diplomat, Lagertha and her wouldn’t get to talk about anything interesting at all.

“For starters, I wanted to thank you for the safe return of my son.” She says, meaning it, closing the distance between them until they are within a reasonable conversational space, though she doesn’t cross over any personal bubble either. “And second, I admit, I wanted to meet you. There’s so much tension between our kingdoms, though really, I have nothing against the Amazons at all.” Their steals had been justified, and Straia hadn’t even tried to recover Killdare. It wouldn’t kill him to spend a year in the Amazons, after all.

In truth, they’d done little to antagonize one another. Some steal attempts from the Amazons, certainly, but nothing over the top. Yet their kingdoms talked of war like it was inevitable. But only because Beqanna is bored, and because the Amazons and the Chamber are two very powerful enemies. It would be a fun fight.

“Is it just me, or does Beqanna need some action? Because if you agree,” and Straia thinks that the Warrior Queen probably does, “perhaps we can come to some sort of mutually beneficial way to give the people what they want.” Maybe. She has an idea, though she honestly isn’t sure if it will work. But might as well see how Lagertha feels about it.  Maybe she’d have a better idea even.

straia

the raven queen of the chamber