05-19-2015, 08:12 AM
She prefers Brennen of the two. Not that Crito is unpleasant – on the contrary, he is quite pleasant – but Straia always likes the blunt and honest better. She finds that trait comes in warriors more often than diplomats. If everyone simply said what they meant, at least they could stop wasting so much damn time. Of course, she understands why this isn’t the case. Even she plays at politics well enough, though she leaves much of it to Kavi and his bubbling personality. It’s possibly a shame she doesn’t know Scorch better – the two of them would likely be fast friends.
If they had asked her, she’d have given them the story of how Eight put her on the throne, how Rodrik was taken as payment. She’d probably even admit that the entire plan was her idea, though only if asked directly, because she does like to make others at least work for the damn information. But really, it was no secret. The Deserts knew at least most of it, thanks to their ex-magical Queen. She didn’t care about that, though was annoying that the golden queen had taken it upon herself to tell Straia’s sister before Straia could cross Beqanna to tell her herself. Lu knew too. Lu knew every detail, because if nothing else, Straia owed her sister the details.
And of course there was Eight. He knew, and he made it no secret either. Straia wasn’t ashamed of what she had done. The Chamber needed an active monarch, and her father would not simply leave. She wasn’t proud of it either. In the end, if you asked her her motives, she would tell you that she did what needed to be done. Nothing more. The Chamber needed an active monarch, and she was the most active of the bunch. No one had protested when the crown was put on her head, and she lived in a kingdom of predators. If they didn’t like her, she would know.
The only thing she is proud of is how well the Chamber has begun to rebuilt itself. After their absent monarch, and the destruction of their kingdom. There was no magic to aid them in the rebuild. Only blood and sweat.
“It is growing back though, slowly but surely. More green, less black.” She took some care not to cover herself in ash before they left, and it’s been some time since they’ve been in the Chamber so anything on her would have likely blown away in the wind, though undoubtedly there’s ash somewhere on her skin. She wears it like warriors wear battle scars. The ash, like her kingdom, is part of her. She has little else to add. Errant, from what little she knows of his stories, is rather honorable like the rest of the brotherhood seems to be, and she doubts they have much interest in being too friendly with the Chamber. Perhaps she’s wrong, but for now, they aren’t here to make alliances. They aren’t anywhere to make alliances, actually. Just to see how Beqanna fares, and to let them know of the change in their own kingdom.
“Thank you for you time, gentleman. Do you have any other questions for us? If not, we won’t keep you any longer. Should you have any desire to see the Chamber at some point, you are certainly welcome.”
If they had asked her, she’d have given them the story of how Eight put her on the throne, how Rodrik was taken as payment. She’d probably even admit that the entire plan was her idea, though only if asked directly, because she does like to make others at least work for the damn information. But really, it was no secret. The Deserts knew at least most of it, thanks to their ex-magical Queen. She didn’t care about that, though was annoying that the golden queen had taken it upon herself to tell Straia’s sister before Straia could cross Beqanna to tell her herself. Lu knew too. Lu knew every detail, because if nothing else, Straia owed her sister the details.
And of course there was Eight. He knew, and he made it no secret either. Straia wasn’t ashamed of what she had done. The Chamber needed an active monarch, and her father would not simply leave. She wasn’t proud of it either. In the end, if you asked her her motives, she would tell you that she did what needed to be done. Nothing more. The Chamber needed an active monarch, and she was the most active of the bunch. No one had protested when the crown was put on her head, and she lived in a kingdom of predators. If they didn’t like her, she would know.
The only thing she is proud of is how well the Chamber has begun to rebuilt itself. After their absent monarch, and the destruction of their kingdom. There was no magic to aid them in the rebuild. Only blood and sweat.
“It is growing back though, slowly but surely. More green, less black.” She took some care not to cover herself in ash before they left, and it’s been some time since they’ve been in the Chamber so anything on her would have likely blown away in the wind, though undoubtedly there’s ash somewhere on her skin. She wears it like warriors wear battle scars. The ash, like her kingdom, is part of her. She has little else to add. Errant, from what little she knows of his stories, is rather honorable like the rest of the brotherhood seems to be, and she doubts they have much interest in being too friendly with the Chamber. Perhaps she’s wrong, but for now, they aren’t here to make alliances. They aren’t anywhere to make alliances, actually. Just to see how Beqanna fares, and to let them know of the change in their own kingdom.
“Thank you for you time, gentleman. Do you have any other questions for us? If not, we won’t keep you any longer. Should you have any desire to see the Chamber at some point, you are certainly welcome.”
straia
queen of the chamber
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