First Steps in the Dance
Twenty-Fourth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
And lo the light of the Hidden Fire came down from the peak of the temple like the gentle rays of dawn and touched the hearts of the people, and all knew a new age had come to the world. To each in their own measure were gifted the power. To potters with the shards of their work all around them were given the power to mend, those who toiled in the heat where given the company of a soothing wind upon their brows, those who walked in darkness now had a light to guide them steadier than any mortal flame. Such were the Gifts of the Founding and it was good in the land.
-From the Sermon of Melisandre of Asshai, Year One After the Founding
As one might imagine the sudden acquisition of minor magic powers by the entire population of Sorcerer's Deep as well as any visitors who happened to be passing through the town, bar the handful of folk too filled with their own magic to accept the blessing and those faithful servants of other gods who shied away from the touch of R'hllor, was the cause of much concern and many,
many questions. Most of those questions went to the Scholarum with courses being canceled two days before the beginning of the celebrations simply so that the staff could walk among the citizens and reassure them that the powers were not cause to worry.
They did also end up turning away quite a few hopefuls who thought this new magic was cause for immediate admission into the Scholarum according to Teana, though of course she was hopeful that the new magic would lead to more students from the Deep in the long run. It is no secret that mages from the capital are in many ways easier to train and deal with due to being immersed in the odd and uncommon life of the city.
Drinking deep of the dragon's cup, the Deepsmen called it in the taverns while partaking of less metaphoric libations.
"I suppose we are fortunate most of the lords have not started arriving for the coronation," your mother notes wryly as the two of you finally have a chance to catch up more of less out of the public eye at the day's homecoming feast for the expedition. "It would have made for some awkward explaining for the more pious among them."
"Might have done them good to see magic just a bit of verse or a whistle away for the more musically inclined," you snort, looking over the crowd.
Air force officers and pilots mingle freely with the members of the court, local notables and traders come from far and wide, the cachet of a grand victory polishing the silver and gold of their formal uniforms all the brighter. Distracted by plans for the coronation you almost trip into a couple doing some much more personal mingling of their own, warned only by Varys' sardonic mind voice.
"I don't think they love you quite enough to let you join in..."
"Have you been spending time with Oberyn again?" you ask suspiciously. The count of Golden Fields had arrived early, to 'prepare lodgings for the Dornish delegation', he claimed. Personally you think it is because he can hear a feast and festival from half a continent away and would not want to miss the opening notes.
"What a thing to say... of course I have," your familiar hisses a small laughs.
"The kind of entanglements the man can get into stone sober are amusing enough, but if you pour enough wine into him he is better than a mirror show."
"Just as long as it stays a farce and not a morality tale with some irate father or husband looking to me for judgement," you half-grumble. The Red Viper had been good about avoiding the sorts of exploits that had made him infamous so far. Perhaps his sister is a good influence on him.
Speaking of Elia you catch a glimpse of her in the crowds moments before being thumped in the shin by a silk and silver clad cannonball that is Rhaenys. "Uncle Viseryssss, Jon won't dance with me. Tell him he has to dance with me. I just learned and I wanna show everyone, but not with one of the puffed up magisters' children, they're
borrrring. He said something about it not being proper, but that's silly, we're kin, how can it not be proper?"
"Trying to explain how other realms than Dorne see bastards has been... a challenge," Elia admits with a smile as she reaches you. "I think the poor boy is troubled by never having danced in public a day in his life as well, but..."
"You can magic him up so he can dance really well, can't you uncle?" Rhaenys asks, eyes wide and practically sparkling in the light of the mage lanterns.
How do you reply?
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OOC: We have not seen Rhaenys in a while and never interacting with Jon so I took the chance to do so here. She took quite well to him and Elia was kind, but that is just throwing the poor boy off more. 
