04-18-2015, 04:21 PM
She knew Nera. The mare was a memorable one, certainly, though Straia mostly remembers her for not sticking around. Not surprising, though somewhat disappointing. Nera would have been the link to the family history that Straia did not know, to Frostweaver and Tatter and the legacy she was born to tie her father to. Instead, she was mostly her father’s legacy, because he had been rather masterful wiping out the previous dynasty.
Except for her, of course. She was technically still both.
But she didn’t have any family on that side anymore. Her half sisters were gone, her aunts, her mother. Or at least, any that she knew of, and she didn’t even know how she’d find the rest. Except through Nera, who hadn’t stuck around long enough to give Straia anything to go on.
So perhaps she would never know. There’s a possibility that her only real legacy will be tearing herself from the family her father created and then creating her own family. She was used to starting from scratch, used to having to do everything on her own. And so she would. She’d start with Erebor, and unlike her father and her, she’d be certain to teach him everything she could.
And it’s no surprise that he’s not far behind her. She smiles at him slightly, though there’s no extra touch of motherly affection. The boy doesn’t seek it, and she’d rather let him explore the world as independently as a young child should be allowed to. Well, as independently as she thinks they should be allowed to, which is probably more than the average.
”Torture?” she says with a grin. ”Is this torturing you? I can leave, if so.” She doubts her presence is torture, unless you happen to be Lu or Rodrik. But she’s beautiful and wild and bold and typically witty enough to hold an intelligent conversation, and she’s unlikely to rip your throat out. That’s basically a win in Beqanna. “What brings you were Sheppard? That question works both ways.”
Except for her, of course. She was technically still both.
But she didn’t have any family on that side anymore. Her half sisters were gone, her aunts, her mother. Or at least, any that she knew of, and she didn’t even know how she’d find the rest. Except through Nera, who hadn’t stuck around long enough to give Straia anything to go on.
So perhaps she would never know. There’s a possibility that her only real legacy will be tearing herself from the family her father created and then creating her own family. She was used to starting from scratch, used to having to do everything on her own. And so she would. She’d start with Erebor, and unlike her father and her, she’d be certain to teach him everything she could.
And it’s no surprise that he’s not far behind her. She smiles at him slightly, though there’s no extra touch of motherly affection. The boy doesn’t seek it, and she’d rather let him explore the world as independently as a young child should be allowed to. Well, as independently as she thinks they should be allowed to, which is probably more than the average.
”Torture?” she says with a grin. ”Is this torturing you? I can leave, if so.” She doubts her presence is torture, unless you happen to be Lu or Rodrik. But she’s beautiful and wild and bold and typically witty enough to hold an intelligent conversation, and she’s unlikely to rip your throat out. That’s basically a win in Beqanna. “What brings you were Sheppard? That question works both ways.”
straia
queen of the chamber
so sorry! that took me forever and ever and ever...