Shaytan had been at the meeting, lurking in the shadows behind the glow of the tree and listening to Straia’s commands. They didn’t really pertain to her. All she had to do was guard the tree. Their precious, precious tree. She hadn’t done much but watch with hooded eyes as one by one the Chamberlings left to do their Queen’s bidding. She would stay there, though. The High Priest goes down with the ship if need be. So Shaytan slept and tended and occasionally bled for the visions. They all held a dragon and some ravens. It was odd.
In the back of her mind, Shaytan knew full well that war was on the horizon. But having never been in a war, she doesn’t know what to imagine. Her mind doesn’t work like that. The other Chamberlings don’t pay her much mind, as none of them have come to seek their fortune at the tree. She knows they think she’s useless, anyway. A figurehead, no more. If they were bunnies, they would take her seriously, she thinks every now and then with venom in her mind-voice. But they aren’t. And they don’t.
Whatever.
Shaytan is simply minding her own business, grazing just beyond the clearing around the tree when WHOOSH the land a ways beyond her goes up in flames. She shies and cries out, fleeing back towards the safety of the sacred tree with terror in her eyes. Oh shit. That stuff will actually burn her. Oh shit oh shit ohhhh shit. What if it reaches the tree? What if she gets trapped? WHERE IS STRAIA?! She starts to circle the tree in a panic, clearly unsure of what to do. She needs water or ice or magic or something. Not even her invisibility can help her now.
shaytan
when people run in circles, it's a very, very mad world