Of Stories and Stars
Sixth Day of the First Month 294 AC
You had not expected to spend the rest of the day and the better part of the next one dealing with what could be best termed as a diplomatic incident, but if you had been pressed to guess what Styr and his folk would most object to of your findings it would have been the cursed blade Waymar still holds wrapped in silk so that it may not bind itself to him again without his will. Instead, however, the Thenns had taken very poorly indeed to Riwen and the notion that she may have something of worth to teach their skalds.
It is not as though she could teach them magic or rune-forging, which might conceivably be tainted by the power of Winter, nor for that matter are they obliged to take her account of history as absolute truth simply because she witnessed it with her own eyes. In the end you, Dany and Malarys end up having to guide a meadhall full of more than slightly inebriated clansmen through the sort of logical exercises that were common for the advocates of Old Valyria, specifically relating to the subjectivity of one's experience and the way memory can trick the mind. Poor Malarys eyes the mead more than once out of sheer frustration with the proceedings.
"Most find specters and other unrestful dead troubling," Melisandre points out as she hands you a tankard of spiced mead mingled with of all things alchemist's kindness. You are not sure who first had the strange notion of mingling the cure for hangovers in with the drink, but the result is quite pleasant with a tang of magic sweeter than any spice.
"I'm aware of that, my lady..." you begin, but she interjects.
"You are aware of that intellectually, but you do not feel a chill run down your spine at their presence, the grim reminder of mortality twisted on its head, like a corpse in feast clothes set at the head of the table." The priestess shakes her head thoughtfully. "I've noticed the same change in myself since coming to your lands, aversion wearing away through habit. Once I would have been horrified at the prospect, but I have just seen a champion of the Great Other fall before my eyes, I count among my allies the Lady Cox whom I would have once dismissed as damned and accursed." She shrugs, the gesture making her outer robe ripple like flame. "Habits that no longer serve one's purpose should be changed."
For a long moment the two of you sit in companionable silence, before you ask: "Have you had time to look at the translations of the markings on the tower?"
"Yes and I agree with Lady Lya's conclusion, the star map on the uppermost level represents the stars over Asshai on the Bright Solstice some eighteen hundred years ago, just as the tribes were falling ever swifter under the dominion of the 'Cold Ones'" She uses the local name for the Others smoothly and without pause. You wonder how much more of the local tongue she has already picked up.
"And the theories as to what it might mean, what they could be trying to achieve?" you prompt.
"I find myself less optimistic than she," Melisandre replied. "Instead of some final bastion of sanity attempting to summon aid across the breadth of the world by sorcery, they could be madmen attempting to commune with another aspect of their new god and simply mistaking the celestial calculations."
"Are there stars beyond Asshai, my lady?" you ask curiously.
"Not that I have ever seen, the only light there is what you bring with you, without and within," she replies, gaze lost to distant memory before shaking herself. "Still, one could plot out what stars should be visible there through divination and careful calculation."
"Still, we found no bones and the walls to not recall blood or death," you note. "Whatever the last keepers of that observatory were looking for I suspect they found it... or they found something at least."
Gained Ancient Star Maps, likely incomplete summoning or teleportation circle
What do you do next?
[] See about the dead tree
-[] Write in interlude PoV
[] Continue organizing the evacuation
[] Write in
OOC: A bit of a slower part, but I figured after all the excitement with the Other a bit of a breather could be good. After all, who knows what further excitement might be coming next.