[private] seeking no secrets

[Straia]

sometimes we want what we want --
    -- even if we know it’s going to kill us.

”There was a time when the Amazons would never have recognized a Prince.” The Amazonian women had, to a small extent, accepted men into their ranks even in her time. But still, she does not recall princes. ”Though still, they always stood for something. They were always led by powerful women. What do the kingdoms of this Beqanna stand for?” It seemed to her, anyway, that it was dictated so much by the whims of the ruler. Not that there wasn’t some truth to that always, but one always knew the type of horse you would find in the Gates versus the Chamber. That much she suspects he will understand.

She follows his lead as they wind through the cold tundra. It is much like the Tundra she knew in that regard, but still, the land felt almost dead beneath her feet. There had been life - both magical and equine - in Beqanna once. ”I do not think that Beqanna should be remade exactly in it’s old image. But I believe this current one has two problems. The first, that the equines of this world are spread vastly too thin. There are too many lands and for what? They are not needed.” Not that anyone would like the idea of losing their home, but still, perhaps the lands they did not keep as homelands could serve a different purpose instead. Straia had a few ideas on that particular subject already.

“And the second is that these kingdoms stand for nothing. Though perhaps one ruler tries to make something, and perhaps it even persists for a generation or two, it will crumble. No one else knows what those ideals are - not as we once all knew. I think the ideals that we choose now could be different than ones before though. Tell me, what is it you’d want to see?” Then she falls silent, letting him add any of his own ideas. After all, even those who may not know the old Beqanna likely have for how this one could be made better.

-- straia

the raven queen

@[Leilan]