She certainly had a temper, but it wasn’t the standard temper one thinks of. Straia isn’t prone to yelling, and she hardly raises her voice. Her words are cool and clipped instead, her meaning obvious enough in her choice of words. But she didn’t consider herself to be unreasonable. She gave chances, certainly. Warship had been absent much before she finally removed him as General. But eventually, it became clear he was not returning home in any reasonably timely fashion, and she needed a General that would be around enough to train the army. Not that she had one yet, but at least she had prospects.
Kavi still retained his position. He was gone, certainly, but less so than the old black stallion. He returned, and still managed to do his job. Though she admits, if he hadn’t returned home soon, she would have been looking for a new Ambassador as well. But then again, should she disappear for too long, she expects the kingdom would replace her as well. And they should. The Chamber has no room for absent leaders. Not if they are to be powerful, feared, strong.
And she will accept nothing less.
She knows he’s back, of course, but she leaves him there for a while. The ravens tell her, and when she hears, she takes the sky as one of them. She watches him from above for a while, not avoiding her, but not seeking her out either. Of course she’ll come to him. He knows this. He knows her. All too well. But that was inevitable. He known her since she was a little girl, and known her in the biblical sense as well (perhaps they would again, their first son had turned out so damn useful). She does, of course, harbor some level of affection for the black stallion. The extent of affection that Straia is truly capable of, at least. It’s more than most get.
Still, he left. And she has a kingdom to rule.
Eventually, she lands on his shoulder, a pitch black raven on his matching hide. But her voice is her own. “Look who’s come crawling home. And to what do we owe this honor?”
straia
the raven queen of the chamber