Kushiel always expected that the horses around him were crazy as jay birds. It had been an itching feeling at the back of his mind. A subtle whispering of, “we’re all mad here.” The great gray stallion shifted his body and smiled. Granted, for some, it was more than a whisper. He didn’t mind that either. It was good to know where you stood. The idea of those minds at war was enough to make him laugh. Not because their strength would be laughable, no, but because it would be wild, unpredictable, and a sight to behold. As Kushiel was fond of saying, he wasn’t built for manual labor, but oh, he would like to see it. He hoped, when the time came, that he could see it. Hell, he’d thrown some fireballs if they would let him. Kushiel drawled pleasantly, as if all of this was a delightful game.
“And waste all that work? I say we keep the queen.” Now he grinned, and the smile looked natural on his face. They had, after all, busted their ass to get Miss Fiasko. They had to go to the Gates, burn it down and come back. That was three things they did. Granted, those three things hadn’t been particularly hard, but somedays just getting out of bed was a feat of strength. Compared to getting out of bed, razing and pillaging a kingdom was a feat of strength. Even thinking about it made him tired. Another thing that made him tired was thinking about dealing with both his mother, and the Amazons in one war. Kushiel couldn’t help it, he groaned.
“If the Amazons are divided now what’s going to happen when the fun starts and they stab us in the back? The last I heard, they’re loyal to themselves and their Jungle alone. If they want to join us, fine, but let’s not waste time convincing them to do what’s in their best interest, they probably won’t, just to be difficult.” The writing, as they say, was clearly on the wall. Nobody, not a single kingdom, or even a few kingdoms combined, could stand up to the power of the Chamber and the Valley. The fact that the Amazons were even considering joining the Gates meant that they were useless, sentimental fools. Kushiel liked fools, but not of the sentimental kind.
The talk continued, and Kushiel found it harder and harder to pay attention. He was imagining what it would be like, if the Chamber, the Valley and the Amazons all gathered in one place. There would be so, so many women. Usually, this idea would appeal to Kushiel. In this case, however, ninety percent of those women would be trying to tell him what to do. The gray stallion made a face, and sincerely hoped that war came soon. He was contemplating this when Straia announced his and Shaytan’s promotion. Kushiel started to laugh, started to say, “Good one, Straia. Now, who’s really in charge?” when he realized she was serious. Kushiel looked to Shaytan. Oh good lord, this was going to be really interesting. Not too long ago, Kushiel and Shaytan had bickered like children over who got to stand nearest to the tree. Figuring it was time to make nice, Kushiel stepped towards his new Advisor and tried to jostle her roughly.
“Hey, what do think of that, advisor?” He said it in a whisper, to not interrupt the rest of the meeting, and he dragged out Shaytan’s new title so that each letter was longer then it should be. Then he wagged his brows teasingly. This was going to be fun.
OOC: sorry I'm late! Didn't see the thread. -is blind-