[private] and you will witness what the fire can undo; straia

[Straia]

sometimes we want what we want --
    -- even if we know it’s going to kill us.

She had not longed to return, either. At least, not to the place Beqanna had become, something misshapen and wrong, something lost. She longed for the kingdoms she knew, for the Chamber, for the beating of Atrox’s heart beneath her feet and perhaps, in so many ways, the beating of her own heart. Though her own heart had not been physically buried beneath the soil of her long forgotten home, it may as well have been. For what else did her heart beat for?

Ah, well, there is one other.

Like him, she is much changed and yet the same. She is still recognizably herself, though she has been made into so much more than the mare he one knew. He finds her because she wants to be found by him, because she can sense him as he returns to Beqanna and calls the plants to him, as he has always done. She had never been able to sense him before, but her power is greater now than it once was. Back then, she’d always been easy to find, for she’d always been in the Chamber.

Funny, how her name on his lips breaks something open inside her. It does not show, but she hadn’t even known there was anything left capable of breaking. ”Weed,” she says in that smoky voice of hers, her amber eyes finding his for a moment before she closes the distance, something possessive and possessed in the gesture as she nips at his mane, careless of the plants that do not hurt her anyway.

”Burned but for the memory of it,” she purrs into his skin before stepping away. “This Beqanna is but a shell of her former self, and yet, somehow I find myself tied to the magic of the land inextricably.”

-- straia

the raven queen

@[weed]