05-05-2015, 09:17 AM
She sets off early in the morning with Erebor. For some reason Kavi seemed to think giving her to two kingdoms at the farthest reaches of Beqanna was a good idea. Maybe he wanted her gone for a while. But she doubted that, really, because it’s not like she couldn’t have just refused. But she can play a good Queen sometimes, willing to be bossed around by her subjects.
But in truth, for all the crap Straia can put forth sometimes, she actually does mind. There’s a reason Kavi is her Govenor. He’s good at it. She knows how to play the diplomatic field, certainly, but she doesn’t seem to love it the way Kavi does. And she’s more than content to let him take the lead on it. More than content to let all of the members of the Chamber take the lead where they want to, where they are willing, where they can most help the Chamber. In the end, that’s what will make them strong. Not just one active monarch, but a whole kingdom that knows how to pull its weight.
She chats easily with her son now and again, telling him what she knows of the places they pass. They head north first, to the Tundra. That, at least, is close to the Chamber. Though the trip to the Amazons will be a far longer one. They skirt the Falls, and she tells him what she knows of the history there. It’s not much, truthfully, other than the basics of the healing waters, and their history of neutrality. Though that seems to be changing under their new Queen. Still, she rather doubts they will be fighting a war anytime soon. The Falls also has a history of being terribly quiet.
There’s little else on the way to the Tundra. The landscape thins out, and the air grows steadily colder until they find the border of the kingdom. She doesn’t know the horses here. Doesn’t know what’s going on here, truthfully. The brothers have been quiet until recently, and then what she did hear was talk of a mad king. She has no idea what they might find, and perhaps that should worry her, but this is Straia, and it doesn’t worry her at all. She’ll meet her fate one day, be it now or tomorrow or twenty years from now. So she smiles at her son as they come to a stop at the Tundra border, and then lets out a call for whoever, or whatever, they might find.
But in truth, for all the crap Straia can put forth sometimes, she actually does mind. There’s a reason Kavi is her Govenor. He’s good at it. She knows how to play the diplomatic field, certainly, but she doesn’t seem to love it the way Kavi does. And she’s more than content to let him take the lead on it. More than content to let all of the members of the Chamber take the lead where they want to, where they are willing, where they can most help the Chamber. In the end, that’s what will make them strong. Not just one active monarch, but a whole kingdom that knows how to pull its weight.
She chats easily with her son now and again, telling him what she knows of the places they pass. They head north first, to the Tundra. That, at least, is close to the Chamber. Though the trip to the Amazons will be a far longer one. They skirt the Falls, and she tells him what she knows of the history there. It’s not much, truthfully, other than the basics of the healing waters, and their history of neutrality. Though that seems to be changing under their new Queen. Still, she rather doubts they will be fighting a war anytime soon. The Falls also has a history of being terribly quiet.
There’s little else on the way to the Tundra. The landscape thins out, and the air grows steadily colder until they find the border of the kingdom. She doesn’t know the horses here. Doesn’t know what’s going on here, truthfully. The brothers have been quiet until recently, and then what she did hear was talk of a mad king. She has no idea what they might find, and perhaps that should worry her, but this is Straia, and it doesn’t worry her at all. She’ll meet her fate one day, be it now or tomorrow or twenty years from now. So she smiles at her son as they come to a stop at the Tundra border, and then lets out a call for whoever, or whatever, they might find.
straia
queen of the chamber