06-02-2015, 08:21 AM
She doesn’t undervalue youth. After all, she had been rather clever as a child. Granter, she used such talents to annoy her father and her panther man, but she also put such talents to good use in recruiting and diplomatic trips. It hadn’t taken her long to prove her worth in the Chamber. Her son had taken even less time, an old man trapped in the body of a yearling. He had never spent a day as a child, not really.
She remembers Davos in the field as well, still a boy but smart and determined. It’s a shame he hadn’t stuck around. The boy had potential to be great, and the Chamber needed both potential and greatness. She was working on it, certainly, but she couldn’t do it alone. That’s why she dragged herself to the field. Again and again and again. One of these days, there’s got to be someone worthwhile here. She’s convinced that it must happen. One of these day, the worthwhile one might even stick around.
He was certainly right, Straia was no broodmare. Never had been, certainly never would be. She wasn’t one of those Queens’s that necessarily expected to be Queen her entire life. When a better monarch for the Chamber presented him or herself, she would step down for them. The one thing her father had always been right about was that the Chamber deserved the best. It was such a shame he hadn’t been able to recognize when he stopped being the best. But that’s off topic. The point here, is that even when she steps down, she will never be a broodmare.
She chuckles at this comment, her eyes glittering slightly with amusement. Not at him, and that much is clear. But rather at the thought that outside of Beqanna men always ruled. Oh, but not here. And certainly, not with her. “You owe the pleasure to me,” she says with a grin and a flick of her tail. She may have grown up, but there’s certain things about her that have never changed. The tell-tale flick of her tail when she’s being playful, the mischievous gleam in her eye. Not flirtatious, mind you (though some have mistaken her as such), but simply playful. “Queen of the Chamber, at your service.”
But they don’t get any farther before another approached. She’s not surprised, and she knows the name. The current king of the Tundra (and also a former king of the tundra). She did know this bit for a fact, given that she had just recently come back from the Tundra. A brief meeting, she didn’t get the impression that the brothers wanted much to do with the Chamber. She hadn’t expected anything different from that visit. “Ah, a King and Queen, you must be something Killdare.” She nods to Errant, a silent introduction. They hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting in her visit. “So tell me, what are you looking for?” she says, looking at the boy.
She remembers Davos in the field as well, still a boy but smart and determined. It’s a shame he hadn’t stuck around. The boy had potential to be great, and the Chamber needed both potential and greatness. She was working on it, certainly, but she couldn’t do it alone. That’s why she dragged herself to the field. Again and again and again. One of these days, there’s got to be someone worthwhile here. She’s convinced that it must happen. One of these day, the worthwhile one might even stick around.
He was certainly right, Straia was no broodmare. Never had been, certainly never would be. She wasn’t one of those Queens’s that necessarily expected to be Queen her entire life. When a better monarch for the Chamber presented him or herself, she would step down for them. The one thing her father had always been right about was that the Chamber deserved the best. It was such a shame he hadn’t been able to recognize when he stopped being the best. But that’s off topic. The point here, is that even when she steps down, she will never be a broodmare.
She chuckles at this comment, her eyes glittering slightly with amusement. Not at him, and that much is clear. But rather at the thought that outside of Beqanna men always ruled. Oh, but not here. And certainly, not with her. “You owe the pleasure to me,” she says with a grin and a flick of her tail. She may have grown up, but there’s certain things about her that have never changed. The tell-tale flick of her tail when she’s being playful, the mischievous gleam in her eye. Not flirtatious, mind you (though some have mistaken her as such), but simply playful. “Queen of the Chamber, at your service.”
But they don’t get any farther before another approached. She’s not surprised, and she knows the name. The current king of the Tundra (and also a former king of the tundra). She did know this bit for a fact, given that she had just recently come back from the Tundra. A brief meeting, she didn’t get the impression that the brothers wanted much to do with the Chamber. She hadn’t expected anything different from that visit. “Ah, a King and Queen, you must be something Killdare.” She nods to Errant, a silent introduction. They hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting in her visit. “So tell me, what are you looking for?” she says, looking at the boy.
straia
queen of the chamber