She always knows what is happening in Beqanna. It is a requirement of ruling, of know what to destroy and when. The ravens have made this task so much easier. They bring news constantly. Some come back to perch on her neck and whisper in her ear, though mostly, they speak in her mind. They do not need to be near her to communicate, and so when she is busy, somewhere in the back of her mind there’s cawing and happenings in Beqanna all the time.
She knows things almost as soon as they happen. There is little that is kept hidden from the Raven Queen.
That is why it does not take her long to find him. Delay, and she might miss an opportunity. Perhaps he’d prove to be nothing, but the ravens were rarely wrong. Usually, they know an interesting one when they see it. Worst case scenario, Straia will have a conversation that doesn’t have to do with politics or raids for half an hour before going back to her home.
He weaves into her mind, and she glares at him slightly. Though in truth, she is not annoyed. She is used to it, as the birds often speak this way. If he can read minds (which she doesn’t know, since this skill could be many things), her mind is always carefully blank anyway, and there’s little to glean in there that she doesn’t want someone else to know. And if he can’t read minds, well then he’s just showing off, and she has no problems with that.
After all, she does the same thing all the time. It’s fun to be herself, no matter what everyone else thinks of her.
“My ravens seem to think you might be interesting,” she says, and as if on cue, one of the ravens (a real one, actually made of feathers) settles on her back and caws. “So Lokii, are they right?”
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
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