when opportunity knocks

[Straia]

sometimes we want what we want --
    -- even if we know it’s going to kill us.

Straia chuckles at the girls retort, clearly amused and not annoyed by such a quip. Some might fear to say such a thing to her, but she is hardly so bad. In reality, she enjoys such banter, enjoys someone brave enough to challenge her. Or really, to simply be themselves in her presence. “I could shrink,” she says with a playful grin, suddenly turning into the size of a mouse. ”Or I could grow,” she says, voice far from small enough to fit a mouse, and in a moment she is twice the size she was before. After another moment, she returns to her normal size.

”Such magic is still strange. I wonder if I will ever get used to the new skills Beqanna has given me.” She calls instead to the familiar power of ravens, her favorite still and always. A large black bird appears on her back, settling there as it had when they’d met long ago. ”How have you been doing, and Nerine, for that matter?” Of course she knows what has happened, but the question is clear enough. She wants to know how they have been doing since. Perhaps she even cares.

-- straia

the raven queen

@[Popinjay]