05-11-2015, 03:54 PM
Perhaps it’s a good thing that Straia is not most mares. She only had a mother for a year. A bit less, truthfully, but she likes to say a year at least. Sounds cleaner, wastes less time. After that, she’d been surrounded by males most of her life, hell bent on being better than them in just about every way. Well, just better enough to deserve the crown. Which she was, and which she now possessed. But in truth, she wasn’t a moron, and she could see where their skills were useful and would defer to others when they had something to offer. She wanted to be queen, and now she was. Now, she wanted to be a good queen.
Good, of course, not in the warm and fluffy sense of the word. Good, as in rebuild her kingdom, leave it better than it was when she took the throne. The Queen of Ash and Ruin. That’s what she was, truthfully. But the Chamber was far less ashy, and far less ruined, since she’d taken the throne. Yes, overthrew her own father for it (he had let the Chamber down, and so deserved it). And sold him to the Valley. Maybe he didn’t deserve that part, but she’s pretty sure he did.
The ghostly mare that Straia had found seems polite enough. A bit forced, perhaps, but Straia could appreciate one that didn’t feel like wasting time, didn’t feel like being overly polite when the need didn’t require it. The bay and white queen was quite skilled at pretty words, and more importantly, making you believe she actually meant them. But she didn’t waste her time with that skill when it wasn’t useful, when she wasn’t looking for others capable of pretty words. Right now, all she wanted were dedicated Chamber members. They didn’t need to be the world’s best diplomat. That’s why she had Kavi, anyway.
“Your assumption is correct,” she says, nodding her head just slightly as the mare introduces herself, an acknowledgment of the introduction though not a ‘pleasure to meet you’ sort of thing. It is not yet a pleasure. It certainly could be- things were not looking terrible at the moment. But Straia often withholds judgment for a time. “The Chamber is considered the evil kingdom of Beqanna. I wouldn’t call us evil, necessarily, but certainly determined. The collection of horses there ranges from one rather nice one, to me, to ones that I’m pretty sure might be slightly certifiable.”
This is probably not a typical recruiting speech. No, not probably. It is not. She doesn’t care. If they aren’t interested in what she has to offer, she’s not interested in them. They’ll figure it out sooner or later if they have half a brain anyway. “But despite the broad swath of personalities, everyone has one another’s back. Personally though, if you think you like the sound of it at all, I’d recommend coming and taking a look. Hang out for a bit. If you don’t like it, leave. I’m not here to hold you against your will. Though I will do my best to answer any other questions you might have.” Then, having said more than enough, she falls silent to see what the mare thinks.
Good, of course, not in the warm and fluffy sense of the word. Good, as in rebuild her kingdom, leave it better than it was when she took the throne. The Queen of Ash and Ruin. That’s what she was, truthfully. But the Chamber was far less ashy, and far less ruined, since she’d taken the throne. Yes, overthrew her own father for it (he had let the Chamber down, and so deserved it). And sold him to the Valley. Maybe he didn’t deserve that part, but she’s pretty sure he did.
The ghostly mare that Straia had found seems polite enough. A bit forced, perhaps, but Straia could appreciate one that didn’t feel like wasting time, didn’t feel like being overly polite when the need didn’t require it. The bay and white queen was quite skilled at pretty words, and more importantly, making you believe she actually meant them. But she didn’t waste her time with that skill when it wasn’t useful, when she wasn’t looking for others capable of pretty words. Right now, all she wanted were dedicated Chamber members. They didn’t need to be the world’s best diplomat. That’s why she had Kavi, anyway.
“Your assumption is correct,” she says, nodding her head just slightly as the mare introduces herself, an acknowledgment of the introduction though not a ‘pleasure to meet you’ sort of thing. It is not yet a pleasure. It certainly could be- things were not looking terrible at the moment. But Straia often withholds judgment for a time. “The Chamber is considered the evil kingdom of Beqanna. I wouldn’t call us evil, necessarily, but certainly determined. The collection of horses there ranges from one rather nice one, to me, to ones that I’m pretty sure might be slightly certifiable.”
This is probably not a typical recruiting speech. No, not probably. It is not. She doesn’t care. If they aren’t interested in what she has to offer, she’s not interested in them. They’ll figure it out sooner or later if they have half a brain anyway. “But despite the broad swath of personalities, everyone has one another’s back. Personally though, if you think you like the sound of it at all, I’d recommend coming and taking a look. Hang out for a bit. If you don’t like it, leave. I’m not here to hold you against your will. Though I will do my best to answer any other questions you might have.” Then, having said more than enough, she falls silent to see what the mare thinks.
straia
queen of the chamber