05-05-2015, 09:27 AM
The walk to the Amazons is far longer. South they go, the temperature warming considerably as they leave the Tundra behind. South between the Gates and the Falls. She’s already told him of the Falls, but she tells him of the Gates now, with their mother tree. They too, like the Falls, are quiet and peaceful. Further south, through the Field that Erebor already knows too well, through the Plains and past the beach. She does not take him there, not because he cannot handle it, but because she has never been since her mother’s murder. She doesn’t want to go until she finds someone who can point out her mother’s bones. That’s all she wants to see, though probably, every trace of her mother is gone.
Finally, they reach the Amazons. So different from where they have just gone, though the Tundra was days ago now. The heat is sweltering, dense and thick like swimming through a bog. She misses the misty chill of the pine forests, the shadows that caress her there. Here the shadows are oppressive, and she wonders how anyone lives here. Yet so many do. Strong, powerful woman. Her cousin is one of them, and she supposes she can see why an electric lion might choose the Jungle as her home. But still, this was clearly not the place for Straia. She was rather used to being surrounded by men anyway.
“My cousin, your second cousin, lives here. Her name is Rhy.” She tells him. She isn’t sure that they will see her this time around, but perhaps. Either way, it’s always good to know who your family is. Even her father had never really let her down. He had been terrible, yes, but he didn’t let her die. Truthfully, Straia had been the only one to let her family down. She turned on Rodrik (though for good reason, and she had thought he’d rather like the Valley once he stopped fuming at her). She let Lu down. How many others would she fail? Would she fail the Chamber?
No. She failed her family because she put the Chamber first. She would always put the Chamber first.
She lets out a call for the Amazonians. This kingdom is slightly more stable. She knows who rules, she knows that they probably aren’t all that interested in an alliance. She doesn’t particularly mind, but she never did hear back from the diplomats that had visited her. So apparently she’d have to return the call.
Finally, they reach the Amazons. So different from where they have just gone, though the Tundra was days ago now. The heat is sweltering, dense and thick like swimming through a bog. She misses the misty chill of the pine forests, the shadows that caress her there. Here the shadows are oppressive, and she wonders how anyone lives here. Yet so many do. Strong, powerful woman. Her cousin is one of them, and she supposes she can see why an electric lion might choose the Jungle as her home. But still, this was clearly not the place for Straia. She was rather used to being surrounded by men anyway.
“My cousin, your second cousin, lives here. Her name is Rhy.” She tells him. She isn’t sure that they will see her this time around, but perhaps. Either way, it’s always good to know who your family is. Even her father had never really let her down. He had been terrible, yes, but he didn’t let her die. Truthfully, Straia had been the only one to let her family down. She turned on Rodrik (though for good reason, and she had thought he’d rather like the Valley once he stopped fuming at her). She let Lu down. How many others would she fail? Would she fail the Chamber?
No. She failed her family because she put the Chamber first. She would always put the Chamber first.
She lets out a call for the Amazonians. This kingdom is slightly more stable. She knows who rules, she knows that they probably aren’t all that interested in an alliance. She doesn’t particularly mind, but she never did hear back from the diplomats that had visited her. So apparently she’d have to return the call.
straia
queen of the chamber