Seeking Midnight Counsel
Sixteenth Day of the First Month 294 AC
"This is a grave matter you ask me to to ponder," you answer after a long moment's pause. "I do not wish to give rash counsel in a matter that has weighed upon you for millennia. I would take a day and a night to consider this ere you shall have my answer." You already have a thought in mind certainly, for she is much like the Old Gods in their wrath and the Rowans would not be the first nor the last family you could lead into apostasy. A legacy can be slain without a drop of blood spilled, but first you must know Bloodraven's thoughts on the matter and his plans for the Rowan girl he had Dalla and her clan steal away.
"A day and night is time to gravely ponder?" the fey lady shakes her head almost as though in bemusement. "One can see that you were born mortal and still accustomed to burn bright and swift, though long years stretch out before you. Very well, you shall have your..."
The leaves shine as beaten gold...
"My lady, we do not need the gift you mean to give!" Waymar interjects urgently. "The King meant a day in the world of men, not one borrowed against your power."
"Indeed, we have matters to attend to in this time," you confirm gravely. For all the times you have worried you would lose time to the whims of faerie it had not occurred to you that one of their lords and ladies would choose to
reward you with a day folded into the blink of an eye. Part of you, the part that ponders the ever-growing stack of reports and proposals on your desk, wonders at the use you could get out of such magics, but you squash the impulse ruthlessly. Waymar was right to worry. Time will have its due in the end no matter how kindly the offer to slip its bonds it meant.
"Well then," Elswyth smiles, leaning against her tree. "Should any among your number wish to remain here as our guests in that time I would welcome the company for few have found this grove since our awakening, and of those fewer still of a sort we would welcome."
Leto and her sisters look as close to outright pained as you have ever seen them at the prospect, but one of the pair of mind dragons seems interested, as do Dannar and Alyssa. Kira unsurprisingly is the first to speak up. "I'll keep them out of trouble."
"You are more skilled in finding trouble than warding it off from what I recall," you laugh, but agree that any who wish to remain as guests of the court may do so.
Soft Strider ponders the matter a long moment before making her bow to the fey.
"I would see the Last Greenseer in the flesh once more over song, merriment and story."
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Seventeenth Day of the First Month 294 AC
By the time you reach King's Landing the sun had long since descended from the sky, the moon glaring down over the tangled streets casting fitful shadows. A time for honest folk to sleep behind barred doors while thieves, thugs and petty mages peddling proscribed goods walk abroad. A time for spies from far off lands to show themselves, kings and ancient mage lords whom most in Westeros count long dead.
The Inquisition's headquarters is just one more shop on the Street of Silk, prosperous enough to draw a decent custom, not so much as to breed more greed than usual in the Goldcloaks looking for a bribe, the sort of place no one would be particularly surprised to see 'Varys' patronize. Brynden Rivers is not one to take that chance. Just like you and your companions he appears in the back room by magic, a scroll burning away to nothing in his hand. "No sense risking my own magic being felt in the wrong quarters," he explains to Waymar's surprised look before turning to you. "What did you wish to speak to me of, Your Grace?"
What do you ask Bloodraven of?
[] The Rowan matter
[] The doings of the Usurper's Court
[] Write in
OOC: I figured it would probably be best to have you guys write out a full list from the start.