Riding into Summer
Nineteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC
Somehow you had not truly
expected to hear such words from her, notions that you had long since dismissed as pointless, absurdly limiting. You realize that in some ways you might yet see your mother with a child's eyes, just as she had nearly called you such a moment ago. Who she is does not make her
right. However, it does make you consider the motives and the feelings behind the words more then you otherwise might. She is grasping for something, anything that she can help you with, that she can fix in a world bereft of sense.
Thus it is with as much or more care then you have given when treating with fiends monsters and gods that you consider your next words. "Within the Secret City, there are few ways for one to support a comfortable life that don't involve trade, mother. And my successes won acclaim and friendship that simple magic could not. Without those, much of what I've done in civilizing the Stepstones would have been impossible. One cannot throw coin or swords or even arcane healing at a pirate den and expect it to become something else. There is need for administrators to collect the taxes, and influx of honest sailors to thin out the locals and man the ships. Who might these people follow?"
She blinks up at you, surprised but thoughtful. "I confess I had never considered what respectability might be in Braavos, but surely now that you have left the city and conquered your own lands you can hand these
shares to a trusted underling to handle."
"I am in a partnership with a lord Keyholder of Braavos and a lady late of Volantis who do handle much of the day to day business, but I would certainly not consider them
underlings. They simply have much more time to handle the business, just as my steward has more time to handle the day to day business of Sorcerer's Deep."
As you had hopped the full name of your capital distracts her, but before she can raise an objection Dany speaks up. "It used to be called
Torturer's Deep."
That startles a laugh from your mother, then she looks at Dany with a vague sort of guilt. Seeing this as clearly as you do, Dany sighs and says softly, "I think Lord Bloodraven put it most concisely, the power to dream true leaves one with few illusions, and mine are the gifts of Daenys, even to bring dreams into the world of flesh."
"The last time I saw you... you were a baby," she sounds wistful. "It must be rather strange for you." Her voice trembles ever so slightly as she forces calm into it.
"Strange can be nice," Dany replies with a smile, reaching out to hold hands.
So the conversation moves away from you and from the matters that might be counted of your station. Dany speaks of her friends and companions, and if your mother is not entirely mollified to hear that prominent among them is Oberyn Martell's bastard daughter, at least she does not yet know the full colorful reputation of the Sand Snakes. She does, however, seem relived that Dorne is still invested in your cause, and talk of distention among the Houses of the Narrow Sea quickly segues into a explanation of the politics of the Crownlands with Ser Richard occasionally speaking up to explain how things had fallen out after the Usurpation.
Dany listens dutifully at first, then with interest, interjecting questions here and there about the kinships and the feuds that might be used for leverage and if her questions certainly do not sound child-like. At the very least she has not suggested poisoning even once.
When the time comes for your sister to meditate upon her spells for the morrow she politely excuses herself and explains the matter in clear and simple terms."You can listen if you want, it's not secret," she adds
"Do you also need to do this?" your mother asks you.
"No, he just has to sleep," Dany huffs. "Entirely
unfair if you ask me."
You sleep the full night through, neither of you wishing to explain that two hours is more than enough, and still less that you do not strictly need to eat.
***
Twentieth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC
When you and your company of Children of the Forest finally make your way out of the ancient tunnels and back among the vast moss-covered columns of the trees, you find the air fresh, the birds singing, and the sky clear of any cloud. You would name it the Old Gods' parting gift, if you did not know Bloodraven is far too sparing with his power to give in to such whimsy.
"It doesn't feel the slightest bit cold," your mother says wonderingly, letting down her hood as she looks out through the Haunted Forest.
"I should hope not. I would hate for my enchantments to be unreliable," Dany jests. Of course she had laid
far more than a warding against the cold upon your mother, but those spells she had not explained in quite so much detail lest the implications be too much.
A short while later you had conjured steeds for all your company, for the Children to ride two by two and Dany with the last one, their packs tied securely to the side.
"Do they know
how to ride?" your mother asks worriedly.
"Not to worry, your grace," Ser Richard replies, already in the saddle. "These are not really horses, more the story-book idea of what a horse aught to be, the sorts of stories that go 'and they galloped for three days straight'."
"You must be getting rather tired of me starting over every little thing," she sighs, looking to you.
"Never," you answer honestly, getting into your own saddle.
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OOC: I only used a little of the vote because Dany rolled to interrupt and distract Rhaella, and then she took the chance to let her talk about something she is skilled in, after which came the explanations of magic, to make it less scary.