( the thought had idly passed, on what gossip might be born from this. it is a natural thing, from all she's grown up to expect. she's aware enough, that while they are left well enough alone for now, that it would be easy enough to overhear them. she can't boast the same keen sense, even if she tries to make up for it in observation. something to ask of elrond, on their across the sea. or she yet may let sleeping dogs lie; there is little point in what gossip may come from this — it is done, and the way through is only ever onward. (still she is curious what others here think; what impressions she will leave; it is not entirely in way of vanity as much as purpose — what note may the targaryens be remembered on before departing?)
it is a calm affair, as she's named it, if only because there is hardly enough of westerosi court present; there's not enough noble men to squabble over pride and she's certain that of the retinue here, should they be inspired towards rowdiness, her father would likely see to their hastened exit himself. )
I would welcome your tutelage, ( the idea is, in honesty, an exciting one. she supposes firstly, it would only be the respectful thing to do. he is to venture across the sea to a place that, while expected to be a new home, lacks the familiarity of his own. she thinks of it in ways similar to the seed of a lindon tree — new roots need to sprout and in more ways than one. if she feels adrift in their own keep, she could only guess and how he would feel. ) — as I would readily offer you mine.
( and she understands how language ties one to their lineage — old valyria no longer exists, but the language endures. she's no stranger to wishing to hold on to something that has so long shaped their worlds, has so long ensured their bond with their dragons continues, ever held strong.
and lastly, much as he would think knowing high valyrian is a useful tool, knowing a tongue that none others speak in her court is doubly so. the thought of such small secrecy excites her, even if it will be some time before fluency. she doubts he will have much trouble. )
Mm — trying to find ways to appease her already? ( teasing lightness returns, as she's openly amused by what he says. ) I would have you know, she is a loyal beast. Your words would need to be particularly honeyed to hold any sway. ( all in jest; the truth was that their bond was borne of blood, but its hardly the time to be stuck on technicality; the alternative was far more enjoyable. )
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it is a calm affair, as she's named it, if only because there is hardly enough of westerosi court present; there's not enough noble men to squabble over pride and she's certain that of the retinue here, should they be inspired towards rowdiness, her father would likely see to their hastened exit himself. )
I would welcome your tutelage, ( the idea is, in honesty, an exciting one. she supposes firstly, it would only be the respectful thing to do. he is to venture across the sea to a place that, while expected to be a new home, lacks the familiarity of his own. she thinks of it in ways similar to the seed of a lindon tree — new roots need to sprout and in more ways than one. if she feels adrift in their own keep, she could only guess and how he would feel. ) — as I would readily offer you mine.
( and she understands how language ties one to their lineage — old valyria no longer exists, but the language endures. she's no stranger to wishing to hold on to something that has so long shaped their worlds, has so long ensured their bond with their dragons continues, ever held strong.
and lastly, much as he would think knowing high valyrian is a useful tool, knowing a tongue that none others speak in her court is doubly so. the thought of such small secrecy excites her, even if it will be some time before fluency. she doubts he will have much trouble. )
Mm — trying to find ways to appease her already? ( teasing lightness returns, as she's openly amused by what he says. ) I would have you know, she is a loyal beast. Your words would need to be particularly honeyed to hold any sway. ( all in jest; the truth was that their bond was borne of blood, but its hardly the time to be stuck on technicality; the alternative was far more enjoyable. )