How funny that Mast and Straia share the same view of the Chamber. She doesn’t describe them as evil. They are not, in fact, all evil by any particular means. Certainly, some of them like to eat bunnies, and others like to collect broken toys, and she simply likes to know everything. But in the end, they all simply serve the good of the Chamber, whatever that may be. Can they help it, if the heart that beats in the Chamber wants powers, wants chaos? No, she doesn’t think they can.
However, in no way shape or form does she believe she needs to be polished up. Straia is nothing but polished. She is a wild but elegant sort of beauty. The kind that either doesn’t know, or doesn’t care, that she is beautiful. Her mane is long, and hangs on either side of her neck. On her head is her crown of raven feathers that catch the glimpses of sun that peak through the pines. She comes today as well with raven wings tucked against her side.
Gryffen and Killdare arrive to the party first. She’s not far off, lingering in the shadows of the pines just out of sight. Apparently the broken girl from the Gates is here. Gryffen is simply stalking his prey. He’s no mind of diplomacy, which is fine. Straia has no mind for diplomacy with the Gates either. Next Killdare, who tries to be slightly politer. She should probably be grateful. Certainly, she is that the warrior is working for the Chamber. But she’s rather over the Gates. Their last Queen had annoyed her endlessly, and she doubted this new King would be any different.
Eventually, she comes to join the group. “Only a fool would bring a girl like her here. And I have very little time for fools. But I am the Queen you seek. So what can I do for Mast?” She falls silent then, waiting to see what the Gates could possibly want.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber