06-01-2015, 04:22 PM
Perhaps she comes somewhat out of duty, though she could have come in the morning out of duty as well. Always slightly late to the party – after all, she is the party. The best guests show up last. No, she comes mostly out of curiosity, because the promises that a late night call hold are far more entertaining the idea of sleep. Unlike Eight, Straia needs sleep. Her days are fractured by nights and bodily necessities. She cannot subsist off the magic in her veins, because there is none. She survives by nothing but her own determination and will. And a hair of luck.
She listens to Eight with interest, tossing Warship a small smirk at the idea of him as a lady. “You can send him back as a lady, right? Just for a bit?” She is possibly the least Queenly Queen, sometimes. She pokes fun, glares and makes her disdain well known. She doesn’t play with pretty words typically, doesn’t pretend to be anything she is not. Well, not when it doesn’t suit her purposes. In front of the other members of the Chambers, she sees no need to be anything other than herself.
Somehow, they still seem to respect her. But then again, she works her ass off. That’s about all it takes, right?
“Tell me, what of the other sisters? Will we be fighting them all?” She imagines that Eight already knows the answer to this. He is capable of knowing everything, so she doesn’t think she needs to go farther than the magician here. Though if he truly doesn’t know the answer, she may be able to find out. She isn’t saying no. In truth, it’s time for something to happen in Beqanna. The evil kingdoms have been quiet far too long.
But she’s practical still. She’d like to know what they are facing. The Valley is strong, certainly, but so are the sisters. Her cousin alone in formidable, and the Amazonians may or may not have a magicians of their own. Depends on if the chick shows up. “The Chamber may be interested. Though I have few to offer you, and I suspect a lot of protests from Kavi.” She shrugs a shoulder. He’d have to get over it. Scorch wasn’t his family, after all.
She listens to Eight with interest, tossing Warship a small smirk at the idea of him as a lady. “You can send him back as a lady, right? Just for a bit?” She is possibly the least Queenly Queen, sometimes. She pokes fun, glares and makes her disdain well known. She doesn’t play with pretty words typically, doesn’t pretend to be anything she is not. Well, not when it doesn’t suit her purposes. In front of the other members of the Chambers, she sees no need to be anything other than herself.
Somehow, they still seem to respect her. But then again, she works her ass off. That’s about all it takes, right?
“Tell me, what of the other sisters? Will we be fighting them all?” She imagines that Eight already knows the answer to this. He is capable of knowing everything, so she doesn’t think she needs to go farther than the magician here. Though if he truly doesn’t know the answer, she may be able to find out. She isn’t saying no. In truth, it’s time for something to happen in Beqanna. The evil kingdoms have been quiet far too long.
But she’s practical still. She’d like to know what they are facing. The Valley is strong, certainly, but so are the sisters. Her cousin alone in formidable, and the Amazonians may or may not have a magicians of their own. Depends on if the chick shows up. “The Chamber may be interested. Though I have few to offer you, and I suspect a lot of protests from Kavi.” She shrugs a shoulder. He’d have to get over it. Scorch wasn’t his family, after all.
straia
queen of the chamber
ha, i was supposed to respond to this....