Family Tales
Eleventh Day of the Sixth Month 293 AC
"I know that such an offer is not lightly made, and I thank you for your courage, my lady," you answer in a steady solemn voice. "Yet I cannot ask that you take the full risk of seeing such letters reach their destinations. Maesters are not as trustworthy as they like to show themselves as," you continue, thinking of Lord Brune's treasonous maester whom you have not yet dealt with in full. Bad enough for the canny old lord to have to deal with such traitors in the midst of his own keep where all bow to him, but for one such Lady Cox who has no power save what her husband gives her the danger would be far too great.
"Better that you give us any letters you may wish to send to present them by our own means at the proper time," Dany smoothly picks up the offer. She has seen you play this game many times before, after all.
"Yes... of course," the lady looks between you, obviously bemused by your sister's manner, but just as clearly paying it little mind besides all the surprises you have given her today. "I'll need a few hours to find the words." After a brief pause she dares to ask: "How did you get the note to me?"
Thankfully the black-feathered messenger you had used today is near enough at hand to show itself and more than happy to do so, preening its lustrous feathers.
"A talking bird..." Lady Cox trails off. "I suppose it's only fair for nursery rhymes to come to life alongside other tales."
Rina is obviously heartened to hear her mother jest, though like with many other half-truths she does not share the precise nature of the arcane servitor. As you leave them alone to speak of things too raw or simply too intimately precious to show before others you feel a soft blush of warm satisfaction just the same.
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Returning to Alyssa and her family you find the young woman resolved to her path much as you had expected from her calm mindful manner even in the face of peril and uncertainty. "I can't go to Gulltown," she sighs. "My place is on the road, my purpose to make sure my daughter has a world worth living in. I think..." she hesitates a moment. "I would like to think father would not hurt Jeyne, but then again he did not mean to hurt me and yet he
did."
"I understand..." you begin carefully.
She silently motions that she is not done. "I would like to speak with father somewhere, at Riverrun maybe or even here. I just don't want..."
"To be in his power," Dany finishes understandingly.
"It's absurd to think of," the young woman shakes her head. "I've fought brigands, beasts, fey, and fiends from the very pits of Hell, but I'm still afraid of my
father of all things. I love him, but I'm afraid..." she sounds almost lost.
"One can be hurt in ways other than drawing blood, and those wounds no magic can salve, no spell can knit it together," you add. "Time still serves, time and patience."
"And forgiveness?" she asks tiredly.
"If you wish to give it, then yes," you answer, careful of your words as a man walking upon a field of nails. "That is for you and you alone to decide."
"I'd like to be able to, and so I will." Alyssa shares a look with her husband that calls back to some moment you can only guess at.
What do you do next?
[] Invite the three to join you in Sorcerer's Deep for a time
-[] Write in offer
[] Return to Lord Grafton as Dywen and report what you have found
-[] Write in how
[] Write in
OOC: I spent some time trying to think of how I could move this further along but I really do need a vote here.