04-08-2015, 03:09 PM
Straia has always believed that the Chamber was more of her responsibility than anyone else’s because of her title as princess, because of the blood that ran in her veins. In this, her son and her are exactly the same. She has never felt entitled (acted like it, yes, but never actually felt it) to anything here, but rather felt she had to earn it even more given her birthright. She worked twice as hard as everyone, and eventually, found her way to the crown. But of course, in the end, you often have to take the things you want.
Granted, no one exactly protested now did they? She wasn’t too bad at getting the timing right.
They are together a lot, but more often because kingdom business brings them to the same places. It’s not uncommon for the boy to be one step ahead of her. Which she likes, mind you. Straia is not much for coddling, for worrying, for protecting. She wants to see the boy out and about, wants to see what he can and will do. She enjoys giving him a few minutes before her arrival to greet their guests, to learn on his own.
Today though, he finds her among the pines as she often is, weaving through them like a cat might. She misses so many of the braches that used to reach down and run their long spindly fingers across her back, that would tangle in her hair. So many of those branches burned to the ash beneath her feet, eventual fodder for the regrowth of the kingdom. The trees now are more trunks than anything else, though everything was beginning to turn green again. Slowly. They would bear the scars for a long time, but one can live with scars.
”Erebor,” she greets, her voice softer than perhaps normal, though not necessarily soft. Still, he is her son. She may not coddle, but she does love him. He asks about the pine forests, and she smiles slightly, thinking of the way they once were. Her lost love. Her first and probably only real lover in this world. She loved her son and Oksana and Lu, yes. But she loved the pine forests more. That was the truth of who she was, who she would always be.
“They are beautiful. Misty and shadowed, but tall and magnificent and strong. This kingdom was beautiful. Not in the way of the Gates or the Falls, but in a darker, more secretive way.” That was perhaps what she loved about it so much. It was hard to find the right words. She wishes that she could show him, wishes that his home looked at it had for so many centuries before the volcano. But these are only wishes, for there is nothing she can do to show him besides wait for time to reveal the forest as it should be. “A natural disaster,” though the way she says natural implies that it was anything but. “The nearby volcano erupted, and the lava destroyed most everything.”
Granted, no one exactly protested now did they? She wasn’t too bad at getting the timing right.
They are together a lot, but more often because kingdom business brings them to the same places. It’s not uncommon for the boy to be one step ahead of her. Which she likes, mind you. Straia is not much for coddling, for worrying, for protecting. She wants to see the boy out and about, wants to see what he can and will do. She enjoys giving him a few minutes before her arrival to greet their guests, to learn on his own.
Today though, he finds her among the pines as she often is, weaving through them like a cat might. She misses so many of the braches that used to reach down and run their long spindly fingers across her back, that would tangle in her hair. So many of those branches burned to the ash beneath her feet, eventual fodder for the regrowth of the kingdom. The trees now are more trunks than anything else, though everything was beginning to turn green again. Slowly. They would bear the scars for a long time, but one can live with scars.
”Erebor,” she greets, her voice softer than perhaps normal, though not necessarily soft. Still, he is her son. She may not coddle, but she does love him. He asks about the pine forests, and she smiles slightly, thinking of the way they once were. Her lost love. Her first and probably only real lover in this world. She loved her son and Oksana and Lu, yes. But she loved the pine forests more. That was the truth of who she was, who she would always be.
“They are beautiful. Misty and shadowed, but tall and magnificent and strong. This kingdom was beautiful. Not in the way of the Gates or the Falls, but in a darker, more secretive way.” That was perhaps what she loved about it so much. It was hard to find the right words. She wishes that she could show him, wishes that his home looked at it had for so many centuries before the volcano. But these are only wishes, for there is nothing she can do to show him besides wait for time to reveal the forest as it should be. “A natural disaster,” though the way she says natural implies that it was anything but. “The nearby volcano erupted, and the lava destroyed most everything.”
straia
queen of the chamber