She didn’t expect to find out all that much about the Deserts by visiting. Rather, she had hoped to learn of the other kingdoms, to find other visitors a little less guarded. The Deserts, certainly, would have every guard up with so many visitors inside their kingdom. Particularly with two magic Queens. But instead of a guest, it is Yael that finds her. The wink confirms it, and Straia grins slightly at a raven winking. Very unnatural. She would know.
But for the moment, she finds that she is not particularly disappointed by her companion. Camrynn might have yielded more interesting than Yael, but either way, it would give her a chance to play with these new-found powers of hers. Truthfully, she had no idea what she could do. The only thing she’s discovered it that, no matter what she tries to conjure, it’s always related to a raven.
Maybe the Chamber had a sense of humor, but really, Straia rather liked the speciality.
Yael switches to horse-with-wings, and while the magical mare may not change colors or decorate herself, being gold isn’t exactly subtle. Yael simply has her own brand of flashy. Straia, for certain, could not change colors (though she never would), though she could coat herself in raven feathers. No idea what the use of that might be, but she could.
Yael leaps into the air, and Straia follows. Her wings are large and carry her into the air easily. Flying, at least, she has practiced, and she is not entirely useless and she follows Yael higher into the sky. The Deserts is not necessarily beautiful. Not in the way of the Gates or the Falls. But it is immense and impressive. Though why anyone would choose to live here, she has absolutely no idea. The misty pines and shadows of her own home feel far more welcoming. But to each his own, no?
Yea, no.
But Yael is right. They can see the ocean, and it stretches on even farther than the Deserts had. If nothing else, the Chamber did not have that. “I can almost see why you like it here. Almost.” But she grins slightly, her eyes flashing with mischief. Sometimes she is not a Queen, let alone Queen of the Chamber. Sometimes she is simply the child she had once been. Playful, sarcastic, mischievous. Alright, maybe she’s always been very much a piece of the Chamber.
“How’s your sort of retirement treating you?” Small talk, but up here the world feels silent and beautiful, the perfect place for getting to know someone that she normally would never speak to outside of diplomatic contexts. So hell, why not? Straia’s flexible.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber