The thought of seeing the future doesn’t immediately fill Shaytan either aversion or giddy glee. Although if she did know the future, she might be able to keep Straia’s attention better. Then again, the lovely Queen could simply just cut herself (why? she could ask any one of her subjects to do it, and they would gladly do it) and find the sacred knowledge within.
Shaytan absently nods politely back to the bay mare, saying simply, “Yes.” All of her attention is on her bay and white lady. Just as it’s ever been. Can Straia feel the yearning that lies heavily around Shaytan? Everyone else is a fly in her ear, a pesky mosquito that whines and bites and gets an irritated flick of her tail or the occasional kick from a large hoof. Thus is Aurane. She would bare her teeth and flick her ears back - but she doesn’t have the time right now. Instead, she eagerly steps forward and awkwardly tries to ingratiate herself. “No, but if it’s time… I can do it now.” Her breath catches in her throat, gaining a slightly pleading intensity as she continues. “Please, Straia. Please. Let me be the first.” She shifts from one foot to the next in anxiety. As if she has never wanted anything else before.
Wouldn’t her being the first just piss off that flame-loving Kushiel?
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when people run in circles, it's a very, very mad world