⟪ the thing is – she does not understand, not in his way. westeros is mere days in the past for her, and while his manner, his experience when he speaks of this world, has her thinking it might have been months at the least for him, their positions are far from the same.
and yet, her manner seems to change, her smile turns to a mortal warmth, there is more openness to her standing now than there was a mere moment ago. 'tis not relief at sharing a world, necessarily. it is that any of those whom she has not converted herself regard her with plenty of suspicion, often over years, thinking her foreign at best and a blatant threat at worst. not that she would deny being either, not that she hasn't put the trappings of power at the forefront of the nature she displays with some consciousness behind the action.
'tis still pleasant to meet one who seems to share her delight in the meeting. this has happened a few times now, in this world. she must pay much mind not to get terribly used to it. ⟫
Priests own few possessions, but I count this pleasure among mine own. ⟪ she inclines her head, still smiling. ⟫ To meet one from the lands I have spent the last few years in, to meet one who knows of Asshai, and one who does not seem to be fearful of the truths of it. It makes you a rare sort, good ser. ⟪ she actually reaches for his hand, eager to ask all the more questions now: ⟫ Pray tell, how many months have you lived here?
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and yet, her manner seems to change, her smile turns to a mortal warmth, there is more openness to her standing now than there was a mere moment ago. 'tis not relief at sharing a world, necessarily. it is that any of those whom she has not converted herself regard her with plenty of suspicion, often over years, thinking her foreign at best and a blatant threat at worst. not that she would deny being either, not that she hasn't put the trappings of power at the forefront of the nature she displays with some consciousness behind the action.
'tis still pleasant to meet one who seems to share her delight in the meeting. this has happened a few times now, in this world. she must pay much mind not to get terribly used to it. ⟫
Priests own few possessions, but I count this pleasure among mine own. ⟪ she inclines her head, still smiling. ⟫ To meet one from the lands I have spent the last few years in, to meet one who knows of Asshai, and one who does not seem to be fearful of the truths of it. It makes you a rare sort, good ser. ⟪ she actually reaches for his hand, eager to ask all the more questions now: ⟫ Pray tell, how many months have you lived here?