She has never treated a child like a child. They are miniature adults. At least, that is what they are being raised into, so why not treat them as such? What is she expected to do, coddle the thing and then just assume it would grow into something independent. Straia had been rather spoiled that her own child popped out of the womb exactly as a fully formed mini-adult. He held himself well, spoke well, and only asked questions when the time was appropriate. He learned quickly, and it didn’t take long for the boy to earn his place as the second in command of the Chamber.
He’d been absent as of late, but Straia knew why. His newfound skill with heat and fire had driven him from the kingdom until he could learn to control it. No one was keen to see the pine forests burn to the ground again. Particularly not Straia or her son, who could imagine no better place in the world. She’s noticed his absence though, because her presence in required in more places. Often, he was at the border, and she didn’t need to be there as well. Now though, there is an influx of new members, and she is constantly on the move.
The ravens tell her of the fire on the border, and the small silver and gold thing, and she makes her way over, walking into the conversation in time to catch the nice to meet you, bit. She gathers that the stallion is Kushiel, and by process of elimation that the kid lives here and there’s only one kid, it must be Engelsfors. She can’t say or spell or remember the kid’s name, because it’s far too long. So she’s join to stick to Kid. Close enough.
“Not much to look at?” she asks, coming to a stop in the little group. “I beg to differ. It is beautiful, just not traditionally so.” And she believes this to be true. The mist clings to the pine trees, the darkness shrouded them from intruders. There is no easy way into the kingdom, no clear path. An army must divide, or file in slowly. And though they could be surrounded, she didn’t doubt their ability to keep an invading army stuck in the trees. “The Chamber has burned more times than I care to count. Fire is useful, just don’t burn the trees. I’m Straia. What can I do for you Kushiel?”
straia
the raven queen of the chamber