06-05-2015, 11:38 AM
She had been ambitious and driven as a child. Her son even more so. Her son, in fact, skipped being a child entirely. Straia on the other hand had played at being a child, though she was more than capable of growing up at any given moment. That said, she never believed herself destined for greatness. At least, not in the way the word destined applied. She planned to be great. Planned to work for the crown on her head and the titles she wore before. She had always expected to be something, but because she had fought for it. No one was going to hand her a crown and let her keep it, unless she proved herself the most worth competitor. At least not here, not in the Chamber. The members of this kingdom were not known for being particularly kind to useless rulers. She was a very good demonstration of that trait, in fact.
The smell of the Amazons finds her as she weaves her way through the pine trees. They are nearly fully recovered after so many years of their lives cloaked in ash. She can wind her way through them without streaking herself in ash, though every once in a while she still encounters a patch. Truthfully though, she doesn’t mind. The ash has becomes a much a part of her as the Chamber, that it’s almost strange now that it’s entirely gone.
Though she is still the Queen of Ash and Ruin. She interested and broken kingdom on so many levels. They were growing, and rebuilding but still slowly. Far more slowly than Straia would like. But it always seems that she is the only one working toward a better kingdom. And Erebor. Thank god for the boy. Kavi, when he is around, but he’s also rather smitten with his Amazonian woman and she takes up more time than Straia appreciates. But she’ll tolerate it, if only because he’s her Uncle, and useful when he’s around.
Straia makes her way to the source of the smell, eventually spotting two fillies. This, she imagines, must be Rhy’s doing. Because no one else would send two fillies, even Amazonian fillies, to the Chamber unattended. The one is covered in markings that Straia finds excessive, but she’s never seen the point of the tattoo. She loves her kingdom. She will die for her kingdom. She doesn’t need a worthless marking to prove that, only her actions. But perhaps this is why she had stayed in the Chamber. The Jungle was her home too, in a way. Half of her heritage, anyway.
She stops in front of the two girls. Straia is not overly large, though she’s still looking down at the two girls. Both black and white in entirely different ways, and she briefly wonders if they are related at all. Straia herself is rather plain colored, bay tobiano. She enjoys her coloring though. She doesn’t need to be purple to be remembered. “Well hello. I'm Straia. And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
The smell of the Amazons finds her as she weaves her way through the pine trees. They are nearly fully recovered after so many years of their lives cloaked in ash. She can wind her way through them without streaking herself in ash, though every once in a while she still encounters a patch. Truthfully though, she doesn’t mind. The ash has becomes a much a part of her as the Chamber, that it’s almost strange now that it’s entirely gone.
Though she is still the Queen of Ash and Ruin. She interested and broken kingdom on so many levels. They were growing, and rebuilding but still slowly. Far more slowly than Straia would like. But it always seems that she is the only one working toward a better kingdom. And Erebor. Thank god for the boy. Kavi, when he is around, but he’s also rather smitten with his Amazonian woman and she takes up more time than Straia appreciates. But she’ll tolerate it, if only because he’s her Uncle, and useful when he’s around.
Straia makes her way to the source of the smell, eventually spotting two fillies. This, she imagines, must be Rhy’s doing. Because no one else would send two fillies, even Amazonian fillies, to the Chamber unattended. The one is covered in markings that Straia finds excessive, but she’s never seen the point of the tattoo. She loves her kingdom. She will die for her kingdom. She doesn’t need a worthless marking to prove that, only her actions. But perhaps this is why she had stayed in the Chamber. The Jungle was her home too, in a way. Half of her heritage, anyway.
She stops in front of the two girls. Straia is not overly large, though she’s still looking down at the two girls. Both black and white in entirely different ways, and she briefly wonders if they are related at all. Straia herself is rather plain colored, bay tobiano. She enjoys her coloring though. She doesn’t need to be purple to be remembered. “Well hello. I'm Straia. And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
straia
queen of the chamber