The ravens don’t entirely know what to make of this one. They had been mildly confused by Erebor and Shaytan when the two returned like washed up old toys. Though both of those horses they knew well enough to place. But this one is blue and black and very loud. You’d think, living in Beqanna and with a horse as their master, the ravens would be used to strange creatures. But then again, they are used to it. They just don’t have words, exactly, for the strange horses.
For instance, they call her a raven. She isn’t a horse to them. Erebor is the hot thing. Kavi is the color changing one. The new mare is the loud blue thing. In truth, she didn’t need the ravens to tell her about the newcomer. She couldn’t help but hear that bellowing. Though she was mildly pleased to find that Warship was actually doing things again. Maybe he’d earn his title back in the near future. She had told him it was his if he proved himself worthy.
She weaves through the pine trees until she finds the girl, somewhat far into the kingdom already for a newcomer. But likely Warship invited the girl, and Straia would rather have her stay than make a fuss over boundaries. It’s not like the Chamber couldn’t protect itself from a treat, should the girl prove to be one. She’s wearing her customary crown of raven feathers, and she looks the blue/black creature over. She was rather stunning really. Though definitely loud.
Warships is already there, and she catches the tail end of his conversation with her. Already bringing up castes and blah blah blah. She was a terrible Queen. She couldn’t care less about that conversation except to the extent she had to tell the newcomers they could pick one. Or both. Or none. Straia stops by Warship, falling into their usual comfort side by side. No because he was her baby daddy, but because she’s so damn used to him. He’s been around longer than her.
“I’m anyone. She grins slightly, flicking her tail as she settles in. “You don’t have to join a caste, or you can pick both. Pay him no mind.” She flashes the old man a grin, and then turns back to Kimber.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
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