i am the violence in the pouring rain
i am a hurricaneOf course she is pleased with Astri, though in truth, she has no time to be dealing with the moron that Astri has brought with her. Though it might be a good chance to practice with her ravens, and see what she can conjure up to make Chezter’s stay less than pleasant.
Rather a shame that Gryffen wasn’t around. She’d love to simply let the Chamber ghost do whatever he wanted with Chezter. It would be amusing, and give their rather anxious ghost an outlet. But sadly, he had been absent as of late, and so Straia makes her way over without looking for him first.
She nods to Killdare and Astri, giving the green mare a smile, though she doesn’t say anything. The smile is enough. “Killdare, Astri, if you wouldn’t mind stepping back.” She waits a moment for them to move out of the way before focusing on Chezter.
“In one year, you may go home. For that one year however, I don’t think we need to make your stay all that comfortable.” The ravens descend then all around Chezter. They give him some space. Just enough for him to pace around in a circle. They link wings, forming some of a cage, before turning to solid ice. Could Chezter break out? Probably. But it would take some effort, and amuse her in the process. Or he could simply stay there, and she’ll let him out in a year and send him home. His choice.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
