got a devil on your back so shake it out

[Straia]

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

Straia had never minded the fog of the pine forests, though it had not been a perpetual thing. She had loved the shadows of her forests, had spent countless childhood afternoons making friends with the squirrels there. Hard to believe such a thing looking at her now, but once she was indeed a child. A child who played with the wildlife of this world and loved her home. She had loved it so much she’d given everything for it, and in the end, the fairies had ripped it away from her.

And so, she would begin again. Again, she would give everything to build the Chamber, but not just the Chamber. She wanted more this time. That was the problem with living - you always wanted more.

Straia, of course, knows when someone stops on the border of her home. Her magic is always at work here and there, and she uses it to keep tabs on Pangea. It doesn’t take much to simply get a small alert when a new presence appears at the border. It was not the sort of magic Brennen had used to keep others out, which takes far more energy. A useless waste of energy, for that matter. Such a border always falls. Better to be prepared rather than a coward.

Straia, in her usual fashion, simply appears near the new arrival. ”I believe you are looking for me?” She doesn’t steal too many thoughts, but she does tend to skim the surface for useful things, and whether or not she’s wanted is one of those useful things. ”What can I do for you, child?” Her voice is deep and smoky, but there’s something kind in the way she says child, something almost loving. She was not so cruel as some might think.

-- straia

the raven queen

@[Aela]