04-08-2015, 08:50 AM
There were other small creatures in the Chamber. Though they tended to be of the rodent variety. Cute ones though, often mice (not those big ugly rates). There was some green beginning to show again. The trees were healing, where they could, and she’d spent some time slamming into the completely dead ones till they toppled down. At least this way new ones could start to grow. It’s a shame she can’t get rid of all the debris, but she has no means for that. So instead she’ll just have to wait for it to decompose and turn to fertilizer, but she tried to help the process as much as she could.
Eventually, the kingdom would be green again, as it was. Eventually, the mice and the moles and the squirrels would all come home too. Eventually, they would rebuild. Both the landscape and the kingdom itself. They already were. It was more active here now than it had been in the last few years of her father’s reign. Perhaps that would be a lesson to her not to overstay her welcome on the throne, but of course, how can she ever begin to know when she’s crossed that line until she’s crossed it? She’ll try though.
”It is the Chamber,” she says to the mare. She can understand the hesitation. It is a bit of a mess around here. The rest of Beqanna seemed to have healed almost completely, whereas the Chamber was left without any magical aid. It would have to fend for itself completely. “It didn’t always look like this. Theoretically it will stop looking like this someday.” She rolls her shoulders in a bit of a shrug, though in truth, there’s a part of her that died when the Chamber burned. She longed to see it as it once was. But there’s also something rewarding in watching it all regrow. And it would.
Oh, they would.
“If you can live with the ash, you are welcome here.”
Eventually, the kingdom would be green again, as it was. Eventually, the mice and the moles and the squirrels would all come home too. Eventually, they would rebuild. Both the landscape and the kingdom itself. They already were. It was more active here now than it had been in the last few years of her father’s reign. Perhaps that would be a lesson to her not to overstay her welcome on the throne, but of course, how can she ever begin to know when she’s crossed that line until she’s crossed it? She’ll try though.
”It is the Chamber,” she says to the mare. She can understand the hesitation. It is a bit of a mess around here. The rest of Beqanna seemed to have healed almost completely, whereas the Chamber was left without any magical aid. It would have to fend for itself completely. “It didn’t always look like this. Theoretically it will stop looking like this someday.” She rolls her shoulders in a bit of a shrug, though in truth, there’s a part of her that died when the Chamber burned. She longed to see it as it once was. But there’s also something rewarding in watching it all regrow. And it would.
Oh, they would.
“If you can live with the ash, you are welcome here.”
straia
queen of the chamber