Magicians. They either bring the party or completely ruin it. This one ruins it. Well, at least for Gryffen (not that the stallion has bothered to introduce himself, but Straia doesn’t care, names aren’t always important). A raven caws in the sky above them, before a few more flaps of its wing take it out of sight. But it’s told her everything she needs to know, and a grin spreads on her face slightly.
She’s been more or less ignoring Gryffen this whole time, despite the comments directed her way. He’s not interested in her, and she’s not stupid. He’s toying with his prey. But she can’t help and turn her attention to the stallion that’s pretending to be a protector right now. All regal and blue and holier-than-thou. The girl is still babbling, and Straia’s not sure that the ruined girl is quite capable of understanding just want her protector can do. Or maybe the girl’s scars are magical in nature, unable to be healed. But she doesn’t really care about that possibility. She just wants to plant the seed.
“Tell me Jason, if you care so much for the girl, why does still bear so many painful wounds?” But of course, the question is rhetorical, and she turns her head to Gryffen to see if he is in fact ready to go. She’s done with the party now. “Shall we?”
straia
the raven queen of the chamber