I was looking for a breath of life
another taste of divine rush
There’s a good reason why Shaytan never shows up to the kingdom meeting - it’s because she isn’t in the Chamber at the time. Driven (for a moment, at least), by the appearance of Gryffen and his captive, Shaytan has the urge to do something of the same. Something that will make Straia smile once again on her and maybe even reach out to stroke her again, with that velvety soft nose of hers.
Yes, yes. Just a little show to prove that she isn’t completely incompetent. (They know she is)
A little something to bring Straia’s magnetic eyes back to her own.
She doesn’t know her object of desire has found her own object of desire, which leaves Shaytan with nothing.
Nothing except a Tundra Man. The King’s Hand.
Which I guess is… something.
The spotted mare ambles back into the Chamber, taking a nonlinear path, as she is wont to do. Her lips are stained a dark brown, the remnants of a pit stop before the Tundra. How she pulled it off, Shaytan doesn’t even know. Somehow, the painfully awkward, do nothing but snap at her kid, gives nothing back to the Chamber, mare managed to steal someone important. A shit-eating, pleased grin is just plastered across her face - too wide and too something else to seem normal. She passes over the border, but stops soon after, waiting for Crito and perhaps even another Chamberling (because they are everywhere, and the birds know everything), who is bound to wander over towards them.
Shaytan
so many lives
so many pairs of eyes