a thousand teeth and yours among them; straia

[Straia]

i am the violence in the pouring rain

i am a hurricane

The thing about her style of diplomacy is that she often does say just exactly what she means. Particularly when they come to her. Mincing words is a waste of time, and see, she doesn’t like to waste time. The thing about ruling though is that she cannot simply make everyone do what she wants. She has to move them into place, has to give them reasons to do what she wants. And sadly, she cannot simply destroy the world with abandon. It must be planned, and all of it takes far too much time.

She’d rather just rule the world with Weed, but that, sadly, was not an option. She cannot really imagine the other horses of Beqanna falling beneath their rule quiet so willingly. Sometimes though, she dreams of the ways they might make it happen anyway.

“The Tundra proposed and exchange with the Jungle, but the Jungle is less willing to oblige that request. Maybe all the Tundra needs is for someone to give them a reason to do anything at all. They tend to be terribly nice there though.” She pauses for a moment, mulling the ideas around in her head some more.

“Neither kingdom really has any children to steal, though I would not be adverse to sending a few fake Amazonian’s to the Tundra to steal children, just to add some insult to injury. Granted Prague is back, so she’ll figure it out.” Damn magicians.

”Perhaps Brynmor can be of some use. Gryffen planted him in the Tundra a while back. I’m not sure how loyal he will be to us with Gryffen gone, but we could test those waters. As for a useful Amazonian, should you need one, Rhy will take messages to the Khaleesi She’s terribly loyal.” Yes, she would sell her cousin out some, and Rhy would never suspect, because she’d never know it was the Chamber.

She almost feels bad about it. Almost.

straia

the raven queen of the chamber