She wasn’t going to be bothered with the newcomers. She knows there are two on the border. The walking plant and the other one that actually seems like a horse. The ravens have no strange name for him. The ravens also mention that Ghost is watching, and so she doesn’t worry. Gryffen can handle the border, and she’s got plenty to keep her busy. Stupid diplomats that insist on coming to visit every five minutes. Recruiting. Running a kingdom and all. She rarely gets a moment to herself, but with the growing number of Chamberlings, she finds that she doesn’t need to be everywhere anymore.
But the ravens keep coming with news of the meeting. The plant wants to stay, the ghost is speaking of trespassers, and the horse mentions the killing of Da. What’s a Da? They ask, and she can’t answer, because she has no damn idea. Dad? Probably. But Straia doesn’t particularly care who killed who, as long as someone didn’t kill a member of the Chamber. The bay and white queen has no familial love as far as her own father is concerned, and little empathy for those who do.
She finally turns from her place in the pines, the shadows drawn around her like a blanket. With an audible sigh (though likely no one else is around to hear her), she slips through the pine forests to the gathering. She forms a raven made of ice and he perches on her shoulder, the tips of his feathers sharp and deadly, glittering in the sun. The Chamber ghost may have veiled threats, but Straia is not so subtle. She’s not pleased at the disruption.
After a few moments, she joins the group and settles in next to Gryffen. “You,” she says to the green thing, “Are you useful?” She doesn’t mind newcomers wandering in, but she’d like them to prove that they have enough backbone to stay here. Then she turns her attention to the other horse. “And you. Do you have any actual business here? Because I really don’t care who killed your Da.” The raven on her back shifts just enough to draw attention to itself.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
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