05-08-2015, 03:26 PM
Straia has never been a fan of this type of weather, where the air clings to her skin like a wet second skin. It’s always cooler in the pine forests of her Chamber, and though the air may be damp in the misty morning, it’s cool and refreshing and pleasant. Many would disagree with her. They dislike the shadows of the pines, the gnarled branches that reach out like talons. But she has grown up beneath those trees, within the mists, and to her, there was no better lover.
Not that Straia had fallen into the arms of very many. Just one, out of necessity and nothing else. They cared for their child together, raised their son to love the Chamber as his parents did, but they did not love one another. Certainly there was a mutual respect, but nothing more. She did not seek anything more from the living. She did not need it, not when she could slip through the pine forests, limbs caresses her back and shadows curling around her.
There was no better place to be.
But of course, she is not there right now. No, she’s out in the field. After yelling at her kingdom to get their asses in gear and recruit, she knew she needed to do the same as well. Though really, she was out here a lot, at all the various hours of the day. There were different types of creatures to be found depending on the time, and she wanted a collection of all of them. They could all offer the Chamber something different than the last, and the Chamber deserved everything. Needed it, too.
There’s another mare here, and she catches the scent before the sight. Though it’s not long before she finds the yellowy figured beneath the full moon. She did not necessarily seem like a mare that cared much for company, but then, she probably shouldn’t have come to the field. She does, however, seem like a mare that might suit life in the Chamber pretty well.
“I’m Straia,” she offers, her voice smoky, her words polite but not overly so. She never wastes time with pleasantries unless she truly has to. She will not comment on the weather or how lovely the moonlight looks in the fog. “From the Chamber.” Straia is all business. Regal and lovely and blunt. What a strange combination our bay and white queen is indeed.
Not that Straia had fallen into the arms of very many. Just one, out of necessity and nothing else. They cared for their child together, raised their son to love the Chamber as his parents did, but they did not love one another. Certainly there was a mutual respect, but nothing more. She did not seek anything more from the living. She did not need it, not when she could slip through the pine forests, limbs caresses her back and shadows curling around her.
There was no better place to be.
But of course, she is not there right now. No, she’s out in the field. After yelling at her kingdom to get their asses in gear and recruit, she knew she needed to do the same as well. Though really, she was out here a lot, at all the various hours of the day. There were different types of creatures to be found depending on the time, and she wanted a collection of all of them. They could all offer the Chamber something different than the last, and the Chamber deserved everything. Needed it, too.
There’s another mare here, and she catches the scent before the sight. Though it’s not long before she finds the yellowy figured beneath the full moon. She did not necessarily seem like a mare that cared much for company, but then, she probably shouldn’t have come to the field. She does, however, seem like a mare that might suit life in the Chamber pretty well.
“I’m Straia,” she offers, her voice smoky, her words polite but not overly so. She never wastes time with pleasantries unless she truly has to. She will not comment on the weather or how lovely the moonlight looks in the fog. “From the Chamber.” Straia is all business. Regal and lovely and blunt. What a strange combination our bay and white queen is indeed.
straia
queen of the chamber