Enduring Pledges
Nineteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC
After another break of a meal and a walk through the caves this time alone, for the Children seemed to have once again vanished from the upper halls, either on Bloodraven's business or their own, you return to ask those of your questions you left for last either because they are unlikely to receive an answer... or because they might sour the mood if asked too soon.
"One wonders if it is true that the Baratheons hold the blood of a Storm God or if such magics have made themselves manifest in any of the Usurper's bastards?" you ask idly. "Whatever the fate of their house, it would be a shame to waste the blood of gods..."
Bloodraven gives a short hacking laugh. "If any of those bastards could hear you now, your grace, they would be fleeing far and fast indeed. "
"I'm interested in the rest of them, not just their blood," you protest.
"To answer your question, I cannot say for certain if it is the blood of gods, but there was power in the line of Durran Godsgrief, even before it twined with the blood of the Dragon. I have not seen any of the false king's bastards to show sorcery, but I freely confess they are so many even I cannot watch them all. Perhaps lacking the skill to match any other achievement, he means to match my father in the number of his bastards."
"That would be funny to work into a song," Dany remarks idly, drawing a laugh from you.
"On then to more serious matters," you say after a moment. "Do you know what the wildling sorceress in the Vale intends to do with Ysilla Royce's pledge?" Once you might have explained more, but you have long since realized that if there is one thing the Last Greenseer does not lack for it is knowledge, much less of someone speaking through the Heart Tree.
"I do not know, because the young 'godspeaker' as the clansmen call her does not know herself," he explains. "I will warn her against demanding anything distasteful," he assures you.
For a while longer you speak of matters of the Seven Kingdoms and the acts of your foes, none of them truly secret or astonishing, but more reliable by far than the sailor's talk you have been relying on since your days in Braavos.
Then Dany asks something that had been much on your mind. "If it is safe for the clansmen of the Mountains of the Moon to possess mages beholden to the Old Gods, then might the same be said for us? After all, the connection would hardly be any more obvious than the Heart Trees grown by bloody sacrifice already make it. I ask because I know of two girls, twins born of an old Volantine family, who can speak to each other in their mind across any distance, and they can hear the voices of the gods."
"Is there anything special about these children besides the obvious?" the ancient sorcerer rasps.
"They are pale of skin and eye," you reply after a moment's thought.
"Odd..." The word is so soft you almost do not hear it, and for the barest moment his attention is elsewhere. "Perhaps they have some affinity. Bid them to spend time near a heart tree. I make no promises save that they will not be harmed by it."
What do you do next?
[] Ask more questions
-[] Write in
[] Speak with the Children of the Forest again
-[] Write in
[] Resurrect Rhaella
OOC: No earth-shaking secrets at this time.