i am the violence in the pouring rain
i am a hurricaneHe is rather determined, and this she likes. Not that she’s remotely good with children. That much should be clear by now. But she’s trying, at least. There’s got to be some credit for that, right? Hopefully. Though she wonders if the boy will like it here really, when he begins to understand more. Perhaps. And she believes he could be useful, could make something of himself. Blind or not. Really, blind might be an advantage. Who expects a blind boy to be capable of anything?
She does though. The question was simply if he wanted to be capable of the things the Chamber would ask of him.
“Well, you need a name. It is what others will call you, so you know when they are speaking to you. Do you want to chose your name, or should I pick one for you?” She won’t presume to name him. He’s not her son, not really, and so she doesn’t think she has the right to pick him name for him. Not if he knows what he wants to be called.
Hell, if her own son had wanted a different name, she would have told him to go for it. Thankfully Erebor liked his own name, so that worked out for them both.
He then adds, “help,” and not in the form of a question. And she thinks she gets it. He wants to stay, wants to help. Well, she’s not going to turn that down. “Start by learning the kingdom then. By feel, by smell. The border of the kingdom are the pine forests all around. Pines are a kind of tree, and they are very tall and feel rough. You will likely meet other Chamber horses on your travels in the kingdom. Se what you can learn from them as well.”
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
