It is impossible not to notice the ripple, that black feathers that appear where silver skin once was. Then they are gone, and the mare is all silver again, though Straia cocks her head just slightly in curiosity at the sight. The ravens were right. This one is interesting.
The mare is quiet for a time, but Straia is patient. For all the destruction she has caused, will still cause, she is very good at waiting for the right time. Certainly, she could storm into another kingdom and raid for the sake of raiding. But eventually, Beqanna would retaliate if she kept that up. Eventually, they would burn her kingdom to the ground.
But the Gates had tried to take from the Chamber, and had, more to the point, annoyed Straia constantly. So she had started with them. Had needed to let her dogs off a leash anyway, needed to let them play. They were tame, certainly, but still wild. Like any predator, they needed to hunt now and again. So the Gates had given her a reason, and had served a purpose. Except for Fiasko. She had no real reason to keep the Queen hostage, except that she could, and so she did. Because that little bit got Beqanna agitated, which was what Straia wanted.
But the dogs were already barking for more. But Straia was waiting. For a reason. For the opportune moment. For something more than the blood lust that drove the rest of her kingdom wild.
Finally, the mare offers a name. Straia nods, a sign she hears it, though she does not bother with pleasantries. None of this, ‘it’s a pleasure to meet you,’ nonsense. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Straia doesn’t know yet. They’ve barely just met. “My ravens tell me you are interesting, though they don’t know why.” She says, her voice smoky, her words blunt. Wasting time is a terrible thing. “Do you know why they might think that?”
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
@[Cassi] wow I suck, that took forever...
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