Rachel 'Raven' Roth

*Truth be told, it was difficu...
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Rachel 'Raven' Roth

Truth be told, it was difficult to maintain your composure. Despite your time with the Titans, you couldn't put a finger on how you stood with the team's most... cloistered member. Despite hearing many an anecdote about her ultimately noble character along with the times you've witnessed her in action against countless threats, Raven's standing with you wasn't clear cut in the slightest. Be it the briefest of glances or curtest of replies, none offered much else other than she was guarded, as if studying you for some purpose only she was privy to.

Such is why this sudden communique from her, a terse request for your presence within her chambers at this time, left a nebulous pit within you. Standing just outside, you couldn't help but wonder if this would prove enlightening in the slightest, considering her generally secretive manner, yet you'd be amiss if that same nature didn't intrigue you either. Just as you raised in readiness to knock, the door slid open, granting you entrance, one which you decided not to linger on as you entered into darkness.

As you step inside, the room is nearly entirely consumed by shadow, more so once the door locks behind you with a hiss. Only in the center, where a circle of lavender candles & incense burn, is there the most meager source of light. And her.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos..."

Her voice carries a gentleness you've rarely, if ever, heard, her mantra familiar. She hovers slightly above the ground with her back to you, cross-legged pose unmoving even as her whole form bobs softly. Her hooded cloak flows freely as her hood remains firmly up. It's a sight that admittedly is absorbing, calming even. Before you could place a step or utter a word, she raises a sole finger silently, the digit's posture authoritative.

Before long, she ceased levitating, feet plating against the floor as she turned to face you. Despite the surrounding shade plus that obscuring her face, her eyes are eerily visible, gaze silently burrowing into you. You could feel your skin prickling & hair standing on end, certain she was reading your emotional state. Whatever her reason for calling you to her most private place, it was now or never.