I call her the devil
cause she makes me wanna sin
It is time for her to hobble back to the Chamber with her head down and her tail between her legs.
Shaytan never really meant to leave the ashen land, she simply got distracted and then discouraged, and like any socially inept individual, thought it would be easier to just...not go back than to try and explain why she fails so miserably at everything she tries to do. The feeling isn’t one of shame, exactly (she has no shame, otherwise she would be overrun in rodent guilt), but she knows that her absence was probably noted and that it wouldn’t look good in Straia’s eyes.
Oh Straia! Lovely, lovely Straia. She smiles a little smile, thinking of her Queen. Oh, the curve of her flanks! The slope of her brown and white neck!
A small poke at her ribcage rouses Shaytan from her blasphemous reveries, and she looks down at the thing that appeared by her side a month ago (there was another thing - but it was black and dead) She gave it a name, Everything needs a name, and the girl (she just sort of assumed it was a girl) was… cute at times. Usually only when Shaytan watches her frolic from afar. So Sayaa follows her around, and Shaytan feeds her, and does not think of the pain (it reminds her of the fire) and conveniently forgets all the things she has done to make the girl and her stillborn brother. The truth is that it's probably for the best that one of them died in the womb. Shaytan is a wretched mother. Worse than Belgarath, and that's saying a lot. He, at least, paid attention to his children (sometimes). Shaytan would probably forget Sayaa existed if she didn't keep clamoring for food and lay against her for warmth at night.
She looks down at the girl blankly, as if she could not fathom what Sayaa could want right now. After a moment, Shaytan resumes walking, crossing the border into the Chamber.
Shaytan looks really odd at the moment. Her colors are fading, but her body is still tinted red, though the bunny is the darker shade that she once was. Her mane and tail are streaked with light blue - as if she were a very old toy, one that has been left out in the sun too long, bleached by the sun and watered down by the rain. It’s unclear whether or not she’ll return to her original appaloosa markings, or whether they’ve all converged to form the bunny on her chest. In any case, it makes for probably one of the oddest scenes as Shaytan slowly picks her way through the trees (noting the regrowth with appreciation), as she is followed by a silent bay filly, who is completely left to her own devices. Shaytan doens’t once look back to see if she’s kept up or not, for all her thoughts are on Straia, and how she might be able to get back in her Queen’s good graces.
Shaytan
and every time she knocks
I can't help but let her in
[idk what this is...]