06-17-2015, 10:33 AM
Straia is no walking contradiction. Certainly, she’s capable of pretty words and polite bows. But she doesn’t tend to bother with these things, either. She tends to be who she is, tends to speak her mind as she feels inclined. The only time she doesn’t is when it might hurt the Chamber to do so. That is the governing factor of her life, and the one reason that even the things that seems out of line with her personality aren’t. Not really. Everything she does is for the Chamber. She does what the kingdom requires of her, whatever that might be. Whether it is something she would ordinarily do on her own or not.
The mare responds politely but crisply, the way Straia speaks. Waste no words, and the bay and white mare instantly likes her a bit more. Maybe this one won’t mind the ash too terribly. But maybe. She still has no real way of knowing. But she always prefers those who don’t waste her time, and in return, she won’t waste theirs. Usually, this has been a solid indicator of those that will do well in the Chamber and those that won’t. She can’t tell much from looking at a horse, but she can certainly tell a bit more from hearing how they speak.
She grins slightly, that characteristic twitch of her lips and swish of her tail that always accompanied petulant moments as a child and now that she has grown, her more playful and entertained moments. “Lady? Ah, I’m no lady. Though I held that title once.” The only decent thing her father ever did, promoting her to Lady. In his many absences, she ruled in his stead as the highest ranking kingdom member. And then, eventually, she got tired of his absences and took his throne instead.
The Chamber deserved better than he gave it.
“Solemn, but oddly tranquil was the way our latest recruit described it. I rather think that’s a pretty apt description.” She pauses for a moment, letting that little bit sink in before continuing. “We are somewhat known in Beqanna as an evil kingdom, though I wouldn’t call us evil, rather determined. We do what is best for our kingdom. And while you will not find a loving family waiting for you with arms wide for a hug, you will find that someone always has your back when you need it.” She pauses again. They may be a small group, but they were loyal to the death. And she loved them all in that, in the only way Straia knows how to love.
“Well, except Kavi. He might greet you with a hug.” She chuckles again, because Kavi is Kavi. Though the Chamber, and life as well, had hardened her Uncle some over the years. “If it sounds like something you might like, you can come and look, and then decide what you think. No one will force you to stay.”
The mare responds politely but crisply, the way Straia speaks. Waste no words, and the bay and white mare instantly likes her a bit more. Maybe this one won’t mind the ash too terribly. But maybe. She still has no real way of knowing. But she always prefers those who don’t waste her time, and in return, she won’t waste theirs. Usually, this has been a solid indicator of those that will do well in the Chamber and those that won’t. She can’t tell much from looking at a horse, but she can certainly tell a bit more from hearing how they speak.
She grins slightly, that characteristic twitch of her lips and swish of her tail that always accompanied petulant moments as a child and now that she has grown, her more playful and entertained moments. “Lady? Ah, I’m no lady. Though I held that title once.” The only decent thing her father ever did, promoting her to Lady. In his many absences, she ruled in his stead as the highest ranking kingdom member. And then, eventually, she got tired of his absences and took his throne instead.
The Chamber deserved better than he gave it.
“Solemn, but oddly tranquil was the way our latest recruit described it. I rather think that’s a pretty apt description.” She pauses for a moment, letting that little bit sink in before continuing. “We are somewhat known in Beqanna as an evil kingdom, though I wouldn’t call us evil, rather determined. We do what is best for our kingdom. And while you will not find a loving family waiting for you with arms wide for a hug, you will find that someone always has your back when you need it.” She pauses again. They may be a small group, but they were loyal to the death. And she loved them all in that, in the only way Straia knows how to love.
“Well, except Kavi. He might greet you with a hug.” She chuckles again, because Kavi is Kavi. Though the Chamber, and life as well, had hardened her Uncle some over the years. “If it sounds like something you might like, you can come and look, and then decide what you think. No one will force you to stay.”
straia
queen of the chamber
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