Your sister.
The ravens caw. From the trees, from the sky. They know this one, the chestnut mare with the changing wings, is important to their Queen. They know who she is. Perhaps not by name, but by affiliation. They don’t even know Lu, so far estranged is Straia from her blood sister. But Oksana is her heart sister. Oksana is the one Straia always welcomes with open arms.
Straia scans the sky, looking for something that isn’t raven, as her own black raven wings grow at her sides. She prefers the full shift, becoming entirely raven and anonymous in that form. Just another solider in the army. But today, she is not looking for anonymity. She is looking for her sister.
She spots a brown spec, larger than the black ones in the sky, and she flaps her own wings. She may usually be raven, but she has practiced enough in this form as well that flying comes at least somewhat easily now, and she ascends with ease. “Oksana,” she says, when she is close enough to be heard. Though the birds echo her word. Oksana, Oksana, they caw, just in case Straia had not been heard.
“It is good to see you.” She says, meaning it. Only with Oksana is there a soft spot in her heart. She would not say such words even to her son, to Weed. Only to Oksana. To the girl she had once hated, been jealous of. Rodrik had coddled her and kicked Straia. But in the end, that jealousy had gone away. In the end, Oksana was the closest thing to family Straia ever got to keep.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
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