06-09-2015, 02:52 PM
She has been spending most of her time in the field as of late. The Chamber is too quite for her liking. Kavi has been busy with Pomona. She still doesn’t exactly get that, because the Chamber would always come first to her. Even over her son. But then again, her son was rather special in that he would choose the Chamber over himself too. Don’t take that that wrong though. She’d find a way to tear out the heart of anyone who harmed her son and bury it in the groun with Atrox if they touched him. She does love her son. Just not so obviously to all who looked. Erebor knew though, and that was enough.
Warship is busy being Eight’s minion. She owes the magician a debt as well, but she’s not his pawn. She’s not sure how she feels about that little bargain that Warship and Eight have. It makes him far less useful to the Chamber and far more useful to the Valley. She’s not sure she can have a general with forced alliances, but she hasn’t made any decision on that yet. Currently, it was really just her and Erebor and her new recruit Killdare in the Chamber. Shaytan had left, sadly. Probably for a place with more grass and bunnies. Though a shame, because Straia rather liked having another female around. She was endlessly surrounded by boys.
Today, she spots a mare and her son. They seem to be relaxing, and for a moment she hesitates before going over. But they are in the field, so clearly they are seeking a home of some sort. Not the best place for sleep, though she does have a slight twinge of guilt for disturbing them. Still, it’s rare to be the first recruiter to approach, and she could use a female in the Chamber again. Too many boys could get to a girl after a while.
She nickers as she approaches though, announcing her presence so she doesn’t accidentally sneak up on them. Though she guesses a mother with such a young child is well on alert, even if she doesn’t necessarily look like it. But Straia means no harm. She’s large enough to be somewhat formidable, but she’s also delicate enough that she doesn’t immediately look like a warrior. Which is good, because she didn’t fight anymore. Diplomacy, despite her blunt nature, suited her better in the long run.
“Straia, from the Chamber.” she says, coming to a stop a polite distance away from the pair. She nods her head slightly in greeting, her brown and white mane swinging against her neck as she does. “May I ask your name?”
Warship is busy being Eight’s minion. She owes the magician a debt as well, but she’s not his pawn. She’s not sure how she feels about that little bargain that Warship and Eight have. It makes him far less useful to the Chamber and far more useful to the Valley. She’s not sure she can have a general with forced alliances, but she hasn’t made any decision on that yet. Currently, it was really just her and Erebor and her new recruit Killdare in the Chamber. Shaytan had left, sadly. Probably for a place with more grass and bunnies. Though a shame, because Straia rather liked having another female around. She was endlessly surrounded by boys.
Today, she spots a mare and her son. They seem to be relaxing, and for a moment she hesitates before going over. But they are in the field, so clearly they are seeking a home of some sort. Not the best place for sleep, though she does have a slight twinge of guilt for disturbing them. Still, it’s rare to be the first recruiter to approach, and she could use a female in the Chamber again. Too many boys could get to a girl after a while.
She nickers as she approaches though, announcing her presence so she doesn’t accidentally sneak up on them. Though she guesses a mother with such a young child is well on alert, even if she doesn’t necessarily look like it. But Straia means no harm. She’s large enough to be somewhat formidable, but she’s also delicate enough that she doesn’t immediately look like a warrior. Which is good, because she didn’t fight anymore. Diplomacy, despite her blunt nature, suited her better in the long run.
“Straia, from the Chamber.” she says, coming to a stop a polite distance away from the pair. She nods her head slightly in greeting, her brown and white mane swinging against her neck as she does. “May I ask your name?”
straia
queen of the chamber