[open] Words Fall to Become The Sand | Any

[Straia]

is this the end of everything?

STRAIA

or is it just a new way to bleed?

Funny, she has never flown. For some reason, such a thing does not appeal to her. She can easily give herself wing (has given one of her children wings, in fact). She wields her magic so often in the form of ravens, winged beasts of fire and smoke, air and water. Yet she herself never flies. Instead she simply appears and disappears, finding that such a thing suits her now. Perhaps because some part of her belongs to the other world now, some part of her will never truly exist as it once did. She had lived and died and to come back is never quite the same.

Still, she does not mind being alive again. Nor does she mind the power that flows through her, or the way her magic tingles at the presence of one of Pangea’s residents. Straia appears not far off, catching sight of the mare who had been present at the meeting but not truly a part of it. She seems to simply be enjoying Pangea, and though it was hardly the most beautiful place, there was something to enjoy about it all the same.

Straia makes her way forward, approaching the mare. Might as well get to know her better now, if Straia was going to call herself Dominus of this place. ”Hello,” she says simply, her voice smoky as it always has been. ”I do not think we have properly met. I am Straia.”

@[Astra Daggenhardt]