Fourth House of Westeros ♛ Written

[songsandstories]

I have learned a lot of this place. The people who have come before and the lands that have yet to be discovered. I have learned of the magic and of the First Generation. What is to come if we bide our time here too long.

Have there been many people to leave the castle? If the dangers be as they claim.

Have any of us gone into the Dead Zone or beyond for good?

[She's writing this just outside the castle itself. It makes her uneasy, but she knows the Starks are there. She couldn't leave Arya or Robb for all the gold the Lannister's held. This was just more of a musing.]

ooc: feel free to interrupt her outside.

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[songsandstories]

I do not know those. Ghost was the runt of the litter, an albino.

[peacockherald]

Oh, sorry, they are from my world. A special tribe called the Talydras can bond with over-sized birds, usually hunting birds like hawks or owls, much like Jon has with Ghost if I understood what he told me right.

[songsandstories]

It sounds like it. [She frowns and looks down, remembering Lady. She manages to keep most of the sadness out of her eyes though.]

[peacockherald]

_{[Being Empathetic though, Vanyel can sense it and he wonders what he said to make her upset. Yfandes snorts, nudging her gently and lipping at her soft red locks, ears forward.]}

Perhaps I could take the lady for tea? To make up for Yfandes causing a bother.

[songsandstories]

There was no bother, but I do like tea. [She pets the horse on the nose, smiling a little more than before.]

[peacockherald]

Perhaps in the garden? Yfandes would never forgive me if I left her out of a good tea serving.