In some ways, she still is smart-ass kid with the smart tongue. She doesn’t play diplomat to those who come calling unless it suits her needs. Those that waste her time are perfectly aware of her thoughts, and she doesn’t particularly mind them going home with a sour taste in their mouth. She had been more cautious, more diplomatic, when the Chamber had been empty and weak. But now, she didn’t worry about offending the Falls or the Gates. She played a bit nicer with the Amazons and the Deserts, at least.
But in many ways, she is nothing of the child she once was. Her childhood shaped her, certainly. Her father’s lack of attention taught her that she didn’t need it. His lack of love taught her the world didn’t revolve around love either. She learned from him how to serve the Chamber without help from others. And she learned from him as well how to separate personal and “for the Chamber”, something he never did manage to do. She learned from others what effect her words were likely to have, and even when her speech seems careless, she is thoughtful about it. Carelessness is an art, after all.
But she has grown into a Queen. She is no longer the petulant child he once knew. But for old times sake, she simply can’t help herself. She is, after all, still a bit mischievous. She slinks out of the shadows as the ravens caw overhead. Cat! Cat! Black cat! One of them is learning more descriptions, apparently. Black cat is quite impressive for them. The ravens really aren’t fond of cats, as it turns out. Even panthers.
But Straia is. He’s sitting in the moonlight, illuminated by the full moons glow. Killdare is already there, asking if cats are always so nostalgic. She laughs, giving herself away. Though she’s sure both of them already know she’s not far behind. “Panther man,” she says, flicking her tail slightly as she comes to join the group, nodding to Killdare. “He’s rather old, you see, and has much to be nostalgic about. Such as his heart. It’s been a long time since it’s been in his chest. It’s also been a rather long time since he’s been seen lurking around here.” Except of course by the ravens. But she’s here to give him at least a slightly hard time.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
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