07-10-2020, 08:48 AM
is this the end of everything?
STRAIA
or is it just a new way to bleed?
There was a time when she’d been so curious. A time when she’d been nothing but a small child, left to roam the forests of the Chamber by herself. She’d explored daily, watching from the sidelines as her father let their kingdom rot. Straia had always been a patient creature, even then, waiting until the time was right. A patient creature, yes, but a terrible daughter. Her father had not deserved the crown he’d worn, and when the time was finally right, she took it.
That had been the beginning of everything, really.
She recognizes the boy that comes up to her today, and it is the child that interests her far more than the protective and polite dam. Children are far more moldable, and this particular child rather seems to like her tree. To be perfectly frank, the mare doesn’t even actually say hello but busies herself being embarrassed by a child for being a child.
Straia’s glances in the mare’s direction, clearly appraising. ”He is fine,” she says cooly, for though she is many terrible things, Straia has still been a mother. Not a very good one (at least, not in the traditional sense), but she’d loved her children. Her attention turns back to the boy and she drops her muzzle to greet him, closing the space between them.
She withdraws after a moment, something of a smile on her face. ”I am the burning pine tree that you are so fond of,” she says, her voice silky and smooth. It is absolutely a dangerous sound, though she has no ill intentions. Well, she would not consider them ill, though she will influence young minds if they are the right ones. ”My name is Straia.”
That had been the beginning of everything, really.
She recognizes the boy that comes up to her today, and it is the child that interests her far more than the protective and polite dam. Children are far more moldable, and this particular child rather seems to like her tree. To be perfectly frank, the mare doesn’t even actually say hello but busies herself being embarrassed by a child for being a child.
Straia’s glances in the mare’s direction, clearly appraising. ”He is fine,” she says cooly, for though she is many terrible things, Straia has still been a mother. Not a very good one (at least, not in the traditional sense), but she’d loved her children. Her attention turns back to the boy and she drops her muzzle to greet him, closing the space between them.
She withdraws after a moment, something of a smile on her face. ”I am the burning pine tree that you are so fond of,” she says, her voice silky and smooth. It is absolutely a dangerous sound, though she has no ill intentions. Well, she would not consider them ill, though she will influence young minds if they are the right ones. ”My name is Straia.”
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