is this the end of everything?
STRAIA
or is it just a new way to bleed?
Straia has always believed in waiting for the opportune moment. Plans that are made in haste or executed in a rush do not succeed. She should know. She spent a lifetime working on one plan, and one plan only. It had worked, at the time. There was nothing she could do about the destruction of Beqanna and it’s remaking; she could not have stopped such a thing, and as such, perhaps in some way her plans had been for naught. Yet wasn’t that always the case? Time progressed, and things were lost to it.
Sochi shifts back into her horse form as Straia appears, entirely unruffled (or at the very least, appearing unruffled) at Straia’s sudden appearance. A thing Straia likes about this particular mare. She can tell she is being studied, though she doesn't mind. She is a thing worth studying, probably. Though she had been like them, once. Just a child, with squirrels for friends, with lofty goals and dreams. She’d loved, she’d had children, she’d created her own legacy. Though in so many ways, she had also always been as she is now.
Straia only nods as Sochi elaborates. Slow progress, but not a thing that Straia is judging. ”I am at your service, if there is a way for me to help. Besides the tree, I mean.” Her lips curve into something of a grin, sly and conniving.
Though at the question from Sochia, Straia raises a brow slightly. ”I am not entirely sure I am allowed to have my own plans. Power comes with strings, though I do not yet know the limits of those strings.” She rolls a shoulder slightly, letting little tendrils of magic snake of her, a visual representation of it. They look a bit like broken puppet strings, for Straia has never been a good puppet. ”All I know is I miss the Chamber. I am not sure there is a way to bring it back...but perhaps I can find one or something like it.”
Sochi shifts back into her horse form as Straia appears, entirely unruffled (or at the very least, appearing unruffled) at Straia’s sudden appearance. A thing Straia likes about this particular mare. She can tell she is being studied, though she doesn't mind. She is a thing worth studying, probably. Though she had been like them, once. Just a child, with squirrels for friends, with lofty goals and dreams. She’d loved, she’d had children, she’d created her own legacy. Though in so many ways, she had also always been as she is now.
Straia only nods as Sochi elaborates. Slow progress, but not a thing that Straia is judging. ”I am at your service, if there is a way for me to help. Besides the tree, I mean.” Her lips curve into something of a grin, sly and conniving.
Though at the question from Sochia, Straia raises a brow slightly. ”I am not entirely sure I am allowed to have my own plans. Power comes with strings, though I do not yet know the limits of those strings.” She rolls a shoulder slightly, letting little tendrils of magic snake of her, a visual representation of it. They look a bit like broken puppet strings, for Straia has never been a good puppet. ”All I know is I miss the Chamber. I am not sure there is a way to bring it back...but perhaps I can find one or something like it.”
@[sochi]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission