Dreamer's Pledge
Thirtieth Day of the Seventh Month 293 AC
Though Prince Doran was certainly startled by the request to take your goodsister and niece out on a outing, and slightly worried about the notion of taking them flying, Tyene's assurances on the matter are enough to assure him that both of them will be as safe as if they would be under his eye at Sunspear or the Water Gardens. "Elia will be glad to travel I think," he assures you.
"And Rhaenys?" Dany asks, catching the omission.
The Prince of Dorne sighs: "I think she might still hold a grudge over Rhaegar." Judging from the momentary darkening of his expression you suspect he had to bite back some uncomplimentary remark about your elder brother. Probably an accurate one if you are being honest with yourself. "Odd for one so young..."
"She is a Targaryen, we have been known to be
odd," Dany says, her smile unshadowed by the bitterness you had feared to see there. She is almost nine now, and tall enough to pass for ten or eleven, no longer quite so likely to startle and frighten those who are not used to her as when she had first dived into the Dragon Dreams.
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Elia certainly seems more at ease than when last you have seen her, dressed in riding leathers with her hair drawn back in a simple braid, she looks somehow younger than her eight and twenty years, the shadows under her eyes faded entirely, only the lingering sorrow in her gaze bespeaking of all she has seen and suffered. "Flying, you say...? I've never really thought about it much, not even in the sort of silly childhood games I played as a girl. It was mostly riding to unknown lands or sailing beside Nymeria when I was in an adventurous mood. I suppose..." she hesitates looking towards your mother. "That's why I was excited to be going to King's Landing. Of course I knew I was going to be going somewhere else to be wed, but King's Landing was
special."
"I know," your mother laughs. "You even said you did not mind the smell of the city. I think you were
almost honest about it, too."
"Rest assured, I will not be taking you anywhere your nose would find objectionable," you offer with a smile.
The sound of footsteps draws your attention away a moment later as Rhaenys steps into the room, half-hiding behind the household knight who escorts her in. The man himself greets you with a perfectly serviceable bow, but cannot quite keep the scowl off his face, you suspect at the notion that you would be taking his charge away to some dangerous pastime. From the faint touch of sorcery hanging around him you suspect he is one of Dorne's mage-knights, sworn to secrecy as much as loyalty in protecting Elia and Rhaenys until the time is right for them to take their proper place in the world again.
As Rhaenys peeks out from behind her protector, you can see warring impulses flashing across her features. On the one hand you are the local purveyor of miracles and marvels, but on the other she does recall that you had refused to restore her father. Rather than speak up you let Dany take the lead.
"Wanna go flying? I can take you up if you want," your sister asks, having already cleared the notion with both her uncle and mother.
That is too much for the younger girl's curiosity. "You can turn into a dragon, too?"
"I can turn into all sorts of dragons," Dany explains. "Smaller ones, though..." Glancing around the room with a smile she adds, "Not quite small enough to turn into them here. I might tip over a vase or something."
"But then you could just fix it with magic, right?" Rhaenys frown again.
"That's a bad habit to be getting into," Dany replies seriously. "There's some things magic can't fix, so you should not be careless of mistakes, even ones you can fix. If you do you might stumble into the other kind by accident."
"What kind?" the child insists.
Dany gently pulls her into the room as she explains "Well, I might accidentally hurt someone, and even if I heal them afterwards they will have still been hurt by me and might be upset. I can't fix
that by magic."
"Could. Shouldn't..." the words are barely whisper, but you catch them just the same.
Elia looks confused, but your mother interjects at once: "Sweetheart, what did you see? What did you dream?"
At first she does not want to answer, but after a long moment of silence she relents: "Bad dragons that made people do things.
Bad things."
"What? Why didn't you tell me?" her mother asks worried.
"Better than the other dreams. Better than 'membering," Rhaenys confesses. She swallows. "
I'd done bad things to the one who... who..."
Your mother hugs and picks up the trembling girl. "Shh... It's alight. It's not wrong for you to want to see them punished."
Throughout the conversation Elia had been growing ever more worried. "What's going on? What dreams?"
"I'll take Rhaenys into the other room for a few minutes," your mother offers as she carries the girl off, the Dornish knight right behind her.
"Dragon Dreams," you explain as the door closes softly in your mother's wake. "She is seeing not the future but the past, the deep past. The elder dragons were cruel and cunning beyond the ken of mortalkind, but they were powerful also, strong enough in magic to turn the likes of Ser Amory Lorch inside out with a stray thought."
"That's how I..." Dany hesitates. "How I learned magic. We weren't always safe in Braavos in the beginning, and I knew we had enemies, so I started dreaming with a purpose, learning. I don't think Rhaenys will start doing that soon. She looked like she was more scared of them than anything, of the feelings they evoked in her."
"Can they be stopped or blocked in some manner?" your goodsister asks.
Not a hint of denial or superstitious dread to her, you note, impressed.
She would have made Rhaegar a great queen, perhaps a better one than he would have been king.
"It would not be healthy to sever them with an enchantment. It would twist her mind against itself," you reply with full certainty. "The best thing to do is to teach her how to push the dreams away." You look in askance at Dany.
"I can teach her enough True Dreaming to make sure she does not wander into it by accident, though that will also make it easier for her to Dream with a purpose should she wish to." There is an edge to your sister's voice, though she tries to hide it, and you suspect it is not all about Rhaenys. Elia's answer could be a rejection of her also in a way, a rejection from kin.
"She is a Targaryen," Elia sighs, unknowingly echoing Dany's words to Prince Doran. "If she
wants to walk that path I won't bar her way. I just want her to be happy and
safe."
"She will be. I promise," Dany pledges solemnly.
You clear your throat. "If you would rather not go anywhere today...."
"No, no," Elia shakes her head firmly. "Rhaenys deserves a treat, and we all deserve to clear our heads in the open air. Flying still sounds wonderful."
OOC: Well, you found out something about Rhaenys alright. Through a combination of good social skills and Elia being mentally resilient as they come, that turned out about as well as it could. To answer the inevitable question, Dany thinks it will be at least three or four more years before Rhaenys will awaken to magic. Next up will be the flight proper and more from Elia.