Restraint
Twentieth Day of the Fifth Month 292 AC
Following the serpent god's portent of doom there is much quiet discussion, with Waymar taking care to point out that one should not live one's life shackled to prophecy while Tyene reminds you of just how dangerous Damphair had grown in his madness. Many are the paths to power for those wholly without scruples... and in an odd sort of way you are responsible for the Greyjoy brothers. Should you not be their king and like all your ancestors since Aegon the First of his name responsible for the death of the Ironborn's Old Ways...?
Lofty sentiments but in the end it is advice from a far more earthy source that carries the day.
Know when to hang up the bones, Rellor had counseled "Corlys Waters" not so long ago as days are counted, though it sometimes seems a lifetime ago to you. To attack a perilous foe, forewarned and forearmed when you know nothing beyond hearsay and guesswork about him is not a risk you will take with your own life, much less with the lives of those who trust and follow you.
You say subdued farewells to the others then will yourself along the unseen lines of power back to that lonely coast overlooking the sea to the south and east. The world jolts violently sideways at the last moment and you only barely manage to slide in the correct place panting slightly.
Dany takes the decision to let the Ironborn captain go philosophically by almost all accounts, more concerned with your near-mishap in returning. By common accord you decide not to tempt fate a third time tonight.
"So this is Westeros is it?" she asks in jest, obviously to lift your spirits. "I always imagined it with more light," she motions to the near pitch darkness of the sky, the waning moon a mere sliver of light in the sky, the stars cold and small.
"So did I... also with more people," you admit mock-conspiratorially. "King's landing is just a trifle more inhabited than this."
"We shall alas have to do with more rustic accommodations..." She flutters upwards into a crown of the largest tree hereabouts, an old sentinel pine. The birds are unlikely to question your occupancy and if they do... well you could do with a bit more food to tide you over. Better than trying to fly through the night with Dany unable to see more than a few feet in front of her face.
And so you slept and so you dreamt, a lost prince and princess up an old tree rooted in the soil of home.
[] Write in Dany's level up
OOC: For some reason this was ridiculously hard to write for what it is. Maybe because I'm not used to Lawful Viserys yet.
