⟪ asshai seems a dire choice for safety, but the explanation that follows all but explains it. wise she would not call it, but then, it may be wise enough for a traveller, one who does not intend to stay until the city by the shadow has made leaving harder and harder.
birthplaces and claims and a queenly title, and the slim suspicion she has had and suppressed time and time again over the course of their talk for it's absurdly low chance now fully proven, it is, finally, the mention of another priest that nearly breaks her serene expression. of course the temples would seek to press influence. now, if they could use their god-granted sight and turn it to beyond the wall, where the long night is edging nearer and nearer –– ⟫
No one born into shackles who has not listened with bated breath.
⟪ surprised, there, she is by her own honesty. it was a change she had not thought she would see in essos. there were other rumours, too, of dragons, and she had seen their shadows in her flames, but as all old magic rises ––
no matter now. dragons are no use to her in essos. a fledgling queen will not ease her tasks unless she joins the one war that matters. if azor ahai loses his life before, then all is for naught to begin with –– and why do her flames betray her sight? why is it snow she sees, not stannis? what use were years and years of showing her the same face when it now falters? ⟫
I have come to know Dragonstone well. ⟪ better still the man who took it. how strange all of this is, to a woman who is so rarely surprised by any turn. ⟫
no subject
birthplaces and claims and a queenly title, and the slim suspicion she has had and suppressed time and time again over the course of their talk for it's absurdly low chance now fully proven, it is, finally, the mention of another priest that nearly breaks her serene expression. of course the temples would seek to press influence. now, if they could use their god-granted sight and turn it to beyond the wall, where the long night is edging nearer and nearer –– ⟫
No one born into shackles who has not listened with bated breath.
⟪ surprised, there, she is by her own honesty. it was a change she had not thought she would see in essos. there were other rumours, too, of dragons, and she had seen their shadows in her flames, but as all old magic rises ––
no matter now. dragons are no use to her in essos. a fledgling queen will not ease her tasks unless she joins the one war that matters. if azor ahai loses his life before, then all is for naught to begin with –– and why do her flames betray her sight? why is it snow she sees, not stannis? what use were years and years of showing her the same face when it now falters? ⟫
I have come to know Dragonstone well. ⟪ better still the man who took it. how strange all of this is, to a woman who is so rarely surprised by any turn. ⟫