05-04-2015, 02:13 PM
Age has never been anything more than a number as far as Straia was concerned. She was nothing like her son at his age. The now Queen, then Princess, had been difficult and pretension. Purposefully so, because it amused her, and not because she actually was any of these things. But she has always been clever and dedicated to the Chamber, even was she was doing her utmost to piss of her father and poke at their resident panther-man.
She had grown of course into something slightly more reasonable, though she is still typically blunt and honest and forthright. Not evil, necessarily, but not particularly kind either when given the choice. Kavi is certainly the kindest creature you will find in the Chamber, and that’s good, because they need some balance.
She’s late to the party, but then again, she’s the Queen and therefore she’s never actually late. Everyone else is simply early. But truthfully, she likes letting the others beat her. She wants to see who’s doing what, wants to watch as her son grows into himself. He’s becoming quite handsome, not that she ever thought he wouldn’t be. Though like most everything, they are both very similar and very different in this regard.
She is beautiful – always has been – but she’s beautiful in a wild and carefree way. Her mane and tail and long and unkempt, yet fall in waves as if put there. She’s both delicate in her Arabian features, and yet strong enough from her mother’s hybrid side to be of reasonable size. Her son in handsome in his own way – jet black and clean cut. All solid lines to her waving ones. Truthfully, it’s hard to tell they are related.
“Davos,” she says, offering the boy a small smile and a nod of her head as she slides into the group between her Uncle and her son. Who would have thought it – Straia, surrounded by family? After so many years of a father who would have preferred a pawn for a child, of having sisters she never saw, cousins she never met. But now she has these two, at any rate. “Have you come searching for your destiny?”
She had grown of course into something slightly more reasonable, though she is still typically blunt and honest and forthright. Not evil, necessarily, but not particularly kind either when given the choice. Kavi is certainly the kindest creature you will find in the Chamber, and that’s good, because they need some balance.
She’s late to the party, but then again, she’s the Queen and therefore she’s never actually late. Everyone else is simply early. But truthfully, she likes letting the others beat her. She wants to see who’s doing what, wants to watch as her son grows into himself. He’s becoming quite handsome, not that she ever thought he wouldn’t be. Though like most everything, they are both very similar and very different in this regard.
She is beautiful – always has been – but she’s beautiful in a wild and carefree way. Her mane and tail and long and unkempt, yet fall in waves as if put there. She’s both delicate in her Arabian features, and yet strong enough from her mother’s hybrid side to be of reasonable size. Her son in handsome in his own way – jet black and clean cut. All solid lines to her waving ones. Truthfully, it’s hard to tell they are related.
“Davos,” she says, offering the boy a small smile and a nod of her head as she slides into the group between her Uncle and her son. Who would have thought it – Straia, surrounded by family? After so many years of a father who would have preferred a pawn for a child, of having sisters she never saw, cousins she never met. But now she has these two, at any rate. “Have you come searching for your destiny?”
straia
queen of the chamber