on the wings of valkyries - straia

[Straia]

i am the violence in the pouring rain

i am a hurricane

She is expecting the visit, though she already knows the outcome of their vote. A rather split kingdom, it seems, though in the end, the bulk of the Sisters were still as upstanding as Straia had assumed. What a shame. There was so much fun to be had on her side, but no, the sisters has decided to be goody-two-shoes. Oh well. More fun for her, it seems. Though it does surprise her that her notoriously kind cousin didn’t vote at all.

Straia would have to make it a point to speak to Rhy soon. Maybe they had more in common than she thought. Probably not. But maybe. Always worth finding out.

There are plenty of smart ass remarks on her tongue (though she will hold them all back), when she slips through the trees to face the Warrior Queen. It does not take her long, though that is truthfully only because she’d been weaving her way through the trees today, taking a few rare moments to herself, when the ravens told her of the Queen’s arrival. She had not been waiting around. Her interest in the Amazons ended the second they decided to behave.

The ravens stay hidden, simply because Straia feels like playing dumb today. Neither of them are dumb. Lagertha knows her raven’s are around, and Straia knows that the Amazonian Queen did not come alone. If only because no one comes alone to the Chamber. Which still makes her laugh, because they have never hurt a diplomat that means the Chamber no harm. It just goes to show you the reputation the Chamber had gained, and they didn’t even have to try.  Lovely.

“Lagertha,” she says simply, no trace of her knowledge on her face or in her words. She wants to hear what the Khalessi has to say about it.

straia

the raven queen of the chamber