04-06-2015, 02:10 PM
Clearly, he’s never met Straia. She doesn’t waste time with pleasantries, or promises of power. I mean sure, there’s power to be had if you want it. Or you can laze around, though she might yell at you occasionally, she won’t bite over that one. Mostly, she just says to come look, take a dip, and leave if it’s not for you. In the end, she was loyal members in the Chamber. A bunch of useless faces are worthless. A few loyal members who will lay down their life? Priceless.
Yea, apparently the Chamber’s a MasterCard commercial.
But she’s not actually in the field today. She’s not feeling all that lucky in the field today, so she decides to hit the meadow. Not the place for recruiting, necessarily, but often the place for meeting interesting and useful horses. It’s where she met Eight. It’s how, eventually, she got her crown. She probably would have gotten her crown with or without Eight – it just happened sooner with her help.
And in this particular scenario, she didn’t have to kill her father for it. Just sell him. But then again, he sold all his children. Wasn’t it time he knew what that felt like?
She’s pretty sure Erebor’s not all that far behind her – she invited him to come if he wanted, or to stay if he didn’t. She would make her son do certain things, mostly if she thought they were beneficial to him or the Chamber. Eventually she’d take him to meet Rodrik, because Rodrik couldn’t be mad at his grandson even if he hated Straia. She’d make him attend kingdom meetings and caste trainings and such as well (though he seemed to do these things all on his own).
She wouldn’t make him come to the meadow. Not that she’d be surprised if the boy did. But she doesn’t walk next to him, doesn’t hold his hand. He knows the path – or at least knows where she’s heading – and he’ll find more if he’s left a bit to his own devices than if she shows him every step of the way. It’s a form of a love, sure, but it’s not an overbearing one. That’s just not her style. It’s not his, either.
Eventually, a stallion catches her eye as he stomps his foot and freaks a bird out. She hears the chuckle, and she can’t help the smile that tugs the corners of her lips upward a bit. Lu used to chase birds. Oh Lu, who would also probably never speak to her again. But hadn’t Atrox warned her? The Chamber is a cruel mistress, and it would take everything.
And so far, it was taking everything. Despite that, she loves it still. Always will.
She makes her way over, stopping a polite distance away with a slight nod of her head. “My sister used to chase birds,” she says with an amused toned, the quirk of a smile still there. “Straia.”
Yea, apparently the Chamber’s a MasterCard commercial.
But she’s not actually in the field today. She’s not feeling all that lucky in the field today, so she decides to hit the meadow. Not the place for recruiting, necessarily, but often the place for meeting interesting and useful horses. It’s where she met Eight. It’s how, eventually, she got her crown. She probably would have gotten her crown with or without Eight – it just happened sooner with her help.
And in this particular scenario, she didn’t have to kill her father for it. Just sell him. But then again, he sold all his children. Wasn’t it time he knew what that felt like?
She’s pretty sure Erebor’s not all that far behind her – she invited him to come if he wanted, or to stay if he didn’t. She would make her son do certain things, mostly if she thought they were beneficial to him or the Chamber. Eventually she’d take him to meet Rodrik, because Rodrik couldn’t be mad at his grandson even if he hated Straia. She’d make him attend kingdom meetings and caste trainings and such as well (though he seemed to do these things all on his own).
She wouldn’t make him come to the meadow. Not that she’d be surprised if the boy did. But she doesn’t walk next to him, doesn’t hold his hand. He knows the path – or at least knows where she’s heading – and he’ll find more if he’s left a bit to his own devices than if she shows him every step of the way. It’s a form of a love, sure, but it’s not an overbearing one. That’s just not her style. It’s not his, either.
Eventually, a stallion catches her eye as he stomps his foot and freaks a bird out. She hears the chuckle, and she can’t help the smile that tugs the corners of her lips upward a bit. Lu used to chase birds. Oh Lu, who would also probably never speak to her again. But hadn’t Atrox warned her? The Chamber is a cruel mistress, and it would take everything.
And so far, it was taking everything. Despite that, she loves it still. Always will.
She makes her way over, stopping a polite distance away with a slight nod of her head. “My sister used to chase birds,” she says with an amused toned, the quirk of a smile still there. “Straia.”
straia
queen of the chamber