i've got some damn bad intentions - anyone

[Straia]

i am the violence in the pouring rain

i am a hurricane

She knows he’s behind them. What does he think all that cawing is about? The birds alert her to everything. Though of course, Walter can’t understand them. Only she can, because they are her ravens. Not that she doesn’t share, but even the ones she’s given as gifts answer to her, in the end.

But the stallion, as far as her ravens can tell, poses no threat. He merely follows them, and so she leaves him be about it, curious as to what exactly he plans to do. She’s not entirely sure why she’s feeling so generous and lax about her borders today, but she is, and so there it is. Sometimes caring about trespassers is more work than it’s worth, honestly. She’d leave that to Lagertha, who had a reputation growing for being less than hospitable to anyone who stepped a hoof too far into her kingdom.

Clearly, Djinni and Walter know each other. His first words make that clear enough, and Straia’s curiosity turns to gray mare. So letting him wander in did come in handy. There’s more to Djinni than meets the eye. “My birds don’t bother with walking, though.” she says simply. It is true, she had quite a few of them. An army, in fact. Made of all manner of substances and quite able to defend the Chamber nearly on their own. “They’ve been watching you and laughing about it,” She says with a grin. The last part is largely a joke, though they have been watching.

“Welcome home, I suppose. Though fair warning, next time I might not be so forgiving if you come waltzing in uninvited.” She rolls her shoulders slightly in something of a shrug. It would honestly depend on if she decided she liked the stallion or not. She was more forgiving to those that proved some level of usefulness. “And Djinni, may I ask, what exactly are you?” The mare doesn’t have to answer, or she could lie. But Straia wasn’t polite enough not to pry about it.

straia

the raven queen of the chamber