She isn’t surprised when a raven lands on her haunches. In a land of two magicians, her new little gift wasn’t going to remain secret for long. If she wanted to keep it secret, she wouldn’t have come here. Not that she’s running about flaunting it either, but still, she’s not stupid. And to be fair, she’s taken to wearing a crown of raven feathers whenever she’s in the Chamber. But only there. Even Straia isn’t quite so haughty as to start wearing it around everywhere. Her kingdom mates were pretty well used to her, but the rest of the world. Well, they probably weren’t ready for Straia.
Straia turns her head around at the sound of the caw, looking at the silver and gold flecks. There were two possibilities that she knew of here. Likely, there were others that could shift into a raven, but she doubted that those particular horses would have any idea what she is. Of course, of the two, it’s hard to determine which one has decided to land on her back. But she’s going to guess that the gold flecks are a hint. “Yael?” she says, half question, half statement.
Camrynn, she thinks, likely would have come in with much more fanfare. Yael was the quieter of the two magicians in that regard, flaunting less that Camrynn. Not that all the magicians didn’t flaunt themselves slightly. She’d never met Evrae, but heard tales of her half-sister’s mother. The magician that wore her magic like a second skin. Like her only skin, maybe, a constant swirl of colors and landscapes. Ana, with the shadows that dance at her feet. Camrynn, in a hundred different ways. Yael, who didn’t have such a tell-tale sign, but still, made herself known. This time, as a raven.
Wings grow from Straia’s side, so long they trail on the ground, jet black feathers mixing picking up sand. She doesn’t shift all the way, given the companion on her back. “Tell me, what is the view like from the sky here?” She grins, and waits for a response.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
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