More than a Whisper
Twentieth Day of the First Month 294 AC
Most would-be vassals looking to strike a good bargain for their fealty would be at least slightly weary of being offered the company of dragon turtles, a seawyrm leading a dance of coral drakes, and Shadebreacher whales to name but a few of the host you name before the assembled court. The fey nod with good cheer, a symphony of sea-song seeming to burst from every throat without prompting, likely to entrance any passing ships sailing close enough across the straight.
"Wonder if that's how it got its name? The Whispering Sound, I mean," Asha asks, eyes closed as she listens to the last of the fading melody. "There seem to be a lot of old things coming back that we had forgotten the kenning of."
"Perhaps, but they have never sung this song before." Addressing the court once more, you add, "May it be an omen of things to come, unseen, even undreamed, before this day."
The fey cheer for novelty of course, for what is a tale that never changes with the ages but one already dead, but perhaps they cheer also for hope that the seas no longer hold horrors that pray on mortal and immortal alike.
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For all the grand uses that magic can be put to, it is still a surprisingly satisfying sensation to dry your hair with a wave of your hand as soon as you reach shore, a boon you extend to your companions also, of course. "You are out here meaning to talk to Reacher Lords aren't you, Your Grace?" Asha asks as her short unruly curls are briefly untangled by the arcane wind.
"That is indeed the plan, it should not take too long, though. Besides those already pledged in all but name to the Court of Stars, there are few reasons for any lord of the Reach not to take a hand offered in friendship from Sorcerer's Deep. The Tyrells never had a strong grip on the Reach without royal support behind them, and few in these lands have any reason to think fondly of the man they fought in the Usurpation, however halfhearted the attempt." Truth be told, you are not sure what you find more offensive, the fact that Mace Tyrell tried to play both sides of the war by camping in front of one of the strongest keeps in Westeros, or the fact that he thought to excuse himself by reason of a missing raven.
From her expression, however, Asha is not thinking of the rebellion, but something farther ahead as she looks out over the water. "Could you spare a moment, Your Grace, to carry me to the Arbor?"
"The Arbor?" You can guess what business she might have there, but it is sooner than you had anticipated, much sooner. Her arrangement with Horas Redwyne would be far simpler to approach once you are King of the Seven Kingdoms, in fact rather than forced to move in secret lest you precipitate war.
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Lady Redwyne found out about me somehow, probably her husband not having the good sense to keep his mouth shut about the letters Horas has been sending, and she... disapproves. The way the fey disapprove of bilestone, I mean. This is a conversation I should be having sooner rather than later, before she wears Lord Paxter down." Her expression darkens as she speaks, to one only a shade less angry than one she wears in battle.
"Does Horas know you intend to speak to his father?" you ask carefully.
"No," the word is flat and final. Then she sighs before continuing, "It's not that he would argue against it. He was horrified by the letter his mother sent, but he would insist on coming with me and playing the gallant knight even though I don't need it, and it would do more harm than good to seem besotted."
What do you do?
[] Take Asha to the Arbor and move on
-[] Write in where
[] Argue against Asha going to the Arbor at this time
-[] Write in arguments
[] Travel with Asha to the Arbor and help her smooth things over
[] Write in
OOC: So you know that saying about absence making the heart grow fonder? Well Horas Redwyne's heart and other parts of him are definitely fonder and he was perhaps a touch too enthusiastic about his marriage prospects in letters home. Not yet edited.