05-04-2015, 11:36 AM
She grins slightly. First at her son, such a young boy who knows all the right questions to ask. Then at Kavi, stepping into his role as governor soon. She may be Queen, but she is no dictator, and she damn well expects them to pull their weight around here as well. She didn’t intend to do it all, did not want to ask all the questions or have to find out all the answers. That’s why there are ranks and leaders and also her. Yes, she gets veto power (what a beautiful thing), but for the most part she plans to do what her kingdom wants.
Other than the Valley. She admits that she made that decision all on her own.
Kavi mentions war, and she catches his eye. ”Don’t be so certain that there’s not a war on the horizon,” she says simply. She doesn’t elaborate at the moment, because she’s not entirely sure if there actually will be. Plans do not always turn into actualities. She wants to send them out to the kingdoms unbiased though, and so her words give no real hint that she knows anymore more than rumors. And in truth, she gives what she knows little more credence than rumors anyway. But it’s enough. She doesn’t want to discount healing so quickly, unless they find another way. And not Eight. She owed him enough already.
Shaytan volunteers to go somewhere with grass, and Straia wonders what exactly this girl is about. She still likes the mare – they need a few more creepy faces. Warsip though doesn’t seem to step up at all, and she can’t help but notice that her army may be in need of attention for someone else. Though who? That she has no idea. And she’d give him a chance to prove her wrong first.
Erebor, not shockingly, volunteers to go everywhere. Her son. Better than her, clearly. “Send me where you will, Kavi.” She says easily. Yes, even Straia as Queen is willing to take orders. Sometimes.
Other than the Valley. She admits that she made that decision all on her own.
Kavi mentions war, and she catches his eye. ”Don’t be so certain that there’s not a war on the horizon,” she says simply. She doesn’t elaborate at the moment, because she’s not entirely sure if there actually will be. Plans do not always turn into actualities. She wants to send them out to the kingdoms unbiased though, and so her words give no real hint that she knows anymore more than rumors. And in truth, she gives what she knows little more credence than rumors anyway. But it’s enough. She doesn’t want to discount healing so quickly, unless they find another way. And not Eight. She owed him enough already.
Shaytan volunteers to go somewhere with grass, and Straia wonders what exactly this girl is about. She still likes the mare – they need a few more creepy faces. Warsip though doesn’t seem to step up at all, and she can’t help but notice that her army may be in need of attention for someone else. Though who? That she has no idea. And she’d give him a chance to prove her wrong first.
Erebor, not shockingly, volunteers to go everywhere. Her son. Better than her, clearly. “Send me where you will, Kavi.” She says easily. Yes, even Straia as Queen is willing to take orders. Sometimes.
straia
queen of the chamber