i am the violence in the pouring rain
i am a hurricaneThe ravens alert her of the stallion when he starts along the path. She could intercept him, could stop him, but he’s alone. And he may be large, but in the end, she can stop him if he poses a threat (she can stop most anyone, really). But she gets the impression from the ravens that he’s not threat at all. The birds tell her that he does not smell of Beqanna, and she assumes he is new and clueless. She can almost forgive that.
But still, this is the Chamber, and after watching his approach (she can see what her raven’s see, after all) she finally goes over. The crown of raven feathers sits atop her head, and she holds herself like a Queen. It should come as no surprise that she is in charge here. “I am going to assume that you are new to Beqanna, because you seem entirely clueless about kingdom borders. It is polite to wait outside of them.”
She pauses for a moment, letting that sink in, though in the end, she’s not all that worried about he. He comes with no army and the ravens have never seen him running about in other kingdoms, so he not likely to be a spy. “I’m Straia. Since you are in my kingdom, please, do tell me what you want.”
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
