Time: 28th Sola, Evening
Location: Castle Dining Hall
Attire: Military Formal, in Caesonian colors
Boar Mantle of Spring Hunting
Family Dirk +
Crest, worn on the right
Swordbreaker, also worn on the right
Interactions: Torvi
@Tae, Alibeth
@princess, Wulfric
@SilverpawMentions: Killian
@Oso, Drake
@Lava Alckon, Genevieve
The friendly voice drew her attention, a welcome salve in the face of the even building tension in the room. Torvi, sat in the seat next to her own rearranged seating. Herself, she’d yet to resume her seat. She smiled at the soft tone directed to her, turning her attention to the witch huntress,
“ack, naaee, I’m made o’ sterrnah stuff ‘an tha’.” Aah, but then Killian spoke to her. He used a peculiar-sounding name that drew Torvi’s attention away quite effectively. Perhaps that was just as well, Stratya’s mind was dwelling on the Queen, and this spectacle she seemed to have put together.
Alibeth, apparently, relished in all this, just as the King beside her. Stratya turned to look at the woman in chains behind her, studying her for a moment, before her eyes turned back to the Queen. She had said violence?
What violence? It could have been violent, there
could have been poison.
Geneveieve. Understanding the conditions that Victoria’s staff must face, Stratya understood the need to let off a bit of steam. Did she think that tampering with the drinks at a party was a good way to let off steam? Nae, that’s a daft one, it is. And to use magic to do so. Even so, this display? Was all wrong.
Prince Wulfric had reappeared, and offered a drawling observation. She recognized that saucy attitude..
He was about to do something.
She waited for Wulfric to come to his seat and take it, but he never did. Instead, the Crown Prince stalked his way thence to come behind Alibeth. As he did, Stratya went to take her seat, but she stopped as she heard him reveal to the room that The Queen cast magic in his presence, even as he lay his hands on her shoulders. Somehow, tensions had just gotten higher. Though to the casual observer, he’d just thrown his mother to the wolves, the intent of his words portrayed something else.
This sort of bold maneuver needed support, but something else tugged at her, first,
“When I ‘ear ‘witch’, y’know what kind o’ magic I think of? T’ kind that would le’ her rreach into yerr head and scrrape yourr though’s, t’ kynd tha’d le’ ye inject rrage into a perrson’s soul and se’ ‘em off on a whim, the kynd tha’d–” something caught in her throat. She took a quick swig of water or mead, it didn’t matter,
“tha’d make ye terrn yer blade on y’ kin. Tha’s t’ kind o’ thing tha’ word brings tae me mynd. Changed t’ colour o’ a table cloth?”Stratya resumed her seat, then. Getting worked up wouldn’t help anything, she had to stay calm,
“comparred tae all these other magical fea’s, Majesty, changin’ t’ colour of a thing scarrecly seems cause f’rr concerrn, especially in ligh’ of t’ Queen’s efforts on be’alf of t’ Kingdom. Hones’ly, I’m not rreally su’prrised ‘err Grrace c’n cast a lit’le thing orr two. ‘err Majesty ‘as been spearr’eading th’ Kingdom’s magic ’untin’ efforts, and it’s a poa’ ‘un’err tha’ dunnae learrn o’ their quarry. So she knows ‘ow tae cast a lit’le magic. Suppose, even, she is a witch. Wha’ is she doin’ with tha’ knowledge, tha’ abili’y? ‘untin’ magic, f’rr t’ Kingdom. Is tha’ nae boon? Is that nae service tae th’ Gods?”That gave her an idea.
“this woman ‘ere.. Y’ Majesty, t’was said i’ was an act o’ violence against us, but t’ mos’ violen’ thing I saw come of t’ drrinks was someone fallin’ frrom t’ stage. ‘is ego migh’ be brruised, bu’ ‘e’s foyne. This waywarrd woman ‘erre,” Stratya motioned over her shoulder,
“'oo made t' alcohol strronger, nae drrug, nae poison, nae violen' intent, needs dirrection an’ perrpose. The full punishmen' o' t' law, for witchcrraft, is death, 'at's trrue, but I dunnae think tha's th' anserr, 'erre. My ‘unt f’rr evil would seek moa knowledge. Perr'aps knowledge she 'olds could be useful to me? I woul'nae waste th' opporrtuni'y.”The knight looked at Torvi, then, for a moment, speaking softly - to herself, really,
"aah, but perr'aps I 'ave found knowledge, alrready..?" She took a swig of her mead before turning back to the Prince and Queen.