Songs Old and New
Thirtieth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
The bargain is quickly struck. Five and ten of the surviving lillends to teach in the Scholarum and in exchange you would send three leshy atop sea drake partners and a trio of bark-armored giants able to survive in even Elysium's tainted seas to aid them. There had been a bit of trouble deciding who would have command of the ten black knights who would also be part of the expedition, not because the surviving azata realms refused undead servitors, they are too desperate for aid of any sort for that, but simply because beings as intimately devoted to green growing things as the leshy are make poor custodians of the dead. Uneasy like frost on leaves, one of them had struggled to explain.
Thankfully sea drakes are dragon enough to revel in the dominion over the knights so once the hierarchy is set all the remains is to introduce the Scholarum's newest teachers to their colleagues. From the look of things at the reception that evening they will slip right in among the others, mortal and immortal alike.
Their fellow azata and the phoenixes were the most welcoming of course, but the naga also welcomed their cousins and the mortal teachers were not far behind. No less than you had expected of bards and song-smiths, which is not to say no one raised concerns. "Won't they be a touch disruptive?" your mother asks softly. "The world could certainly do with more freedom, parts of Essos especially, but they are likely to train their students to be more critical of the Crown than mortals would be inclined to."
You shrug. "That makes for better songs." Buttercup had proved the entertainment value of abrasiveness beyond a shadow of a doubt at least. "And in any case criticism in moderation helps institutions grow and better themselves just as it does people."
Your mother nods, though she does not seems entirely convinced. "In any case I have been thinking...
I could probably teach at the Scholarum for a few moonturns too. Not as dedicated as Lady Teana of course, but as a guest lecturer. It would be rather sad to be the last Dragonsinger. Of all Valyria's mages they seemed the least..."
"Prideful? Willfully blind?" you offer. Both Malarys and Lady Caleris lad been visionaries in their own way, both able to escape the onrushing tide at the last moment, but there had been many more sorcerers in Valyria at the time of its fall with the skill to escape its fate had they paid attention to the signs. The Dragonsingers of Oros by contrast had seen many of the signs from what your mother's dreams showed, but their magic burned less bright against the darkness of the world. Many of them had died in the waning days of the Century of Blood not by sword or fire, but simply the slow march of years catching up to them, the last who remembered the old order falling silent one by one even as they mourned the chaos its death had wrought.
Yet from that chaos a new and hopefully better world will arise, one that could do with the songs of dragonsingers to immortalize once more. "If you want to teach I shan't speak against it mother, I think you would make a wonderful teacher. You were certainly better than Pycelle ever was at teaching me history when I was a child."
"I believe that is called damning with faint praise," she laughs. "An old book half-eaten by mold would likely be a better teacher than him." Her expression turning darker she adds. "I used to wonder how the man ever got as high as he did before I knew he was a puppet of some damnable dragon-hating conspiracy."
"Aye that, I will take possibly impertinent bards over schemers in dark rooms any day," you conclude, motioning at the lillend currently dancing with one of Anu's children, the warforged's comparative clumsiness made moot by the fact that she did not have feet to tread upon and it would probably take more than even the weight of steel feet for her to feel anything through her scales.
A few moments later Ser Bonifer finally works up the courage to invite your mother to dance, leaving you to seek out Lya...
Oh, both her bodies are attending, you notice amused at the odd looks the various courtiers were throwing her. The only circumstances under which you would be undecided who to invite to dance.
What do you do next?
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OOC: You guys can also combine the true names with an interlude if you can think of a combination that makes sense.