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@valhalkyrie      yes,   thank you tree mother for worrying about our sodium intake and potential heart problems.   [it would be merely a whisper accompanied by a snicker.   she was lucky that sansa was sat right next to her,   or else she’d have to keep her little comments to herself..   granted nobody else could hear them.    at least then,   subtle moments of humor shared between the two would certainly make this..   visit more bearable]     so do you call me that for fun or—    just because?    i mean,   i don’t care either way..   it just sounds odd,   especially coming from you of all people

@stagqrc   将軍  ݁   i’ve always called you that.  [THE LION GRINS,  REACHING FOR THE SALT——ADDING A GENEROUS AMOUNT TO THE MEAL THEY WERE GIVEN.  WHILE DRAGONEIRS WERE KNOWN FOR THEIR SPICES AND SEASONED MEALS..  THE TREEMEN WEREN’T .. ACCUSTOMED.  STILL,   IT WAS THEIR JOB AS QUEEN AND THE FUTURE MEMBER OF THE SEATS OF SEVEN TO SHOW THEIR FACES]   just not yo your face..      the tree mother is looking out for our u healthy hearts, we should be grateful 

@valhalkyrie      since when do you call me that?   [a brow would raise in inquiry,    but regardless a soft chuckle slipped past her lips.    grabbing the small container of salt,    she slides it over to her]     good idea though,    this food’s pretty plain..    no flavor

@heirology        while she would,    it would only make you look more of a fool.    they want a reaction,    and your anger is only enticing them more.     unless they physically do something,    don’t waste your time on the likes of those..   idiots.

@stagqrc     [he holds his tongue.  his face however spit every venomous word for him——furrowed brows and a tense jaw was enough to show that the king was pissed.  or at least, he was getting there]    sansa would’ve told me to hit him.. [he mutters,  missing his cousin more than ever in her absence.   the east was her priority now. yet he knew if she was here,  a fist or two would have been thrown by the lioness herself]  

@heirology       maybe let’s..    not do that?    violence is not the answer unless warranted—    god,   i sound like a mesyr

dragons!!    oh,    that's wonderful.    i had attempted that a few years ago,   but i just don't seem to have that special touch.

@cokegods     ..somewhat,      a dragon rather than a horse.     it’s casual dragon riding attire

yes, but he certainly bites. especially when he's agitated.  [caius says, hands moving to rest behind his back, grinning slightly.]  do you trust him? 

@tamesdragns       thank you,   for telling me something i already knew.    all dragons are like that,    yours isn’t special in that department 

@ivampsuckyerblood      and i was never seeking your input to begin with.     i was rambling to myself 

your guest,  i will be.  you don’t even wanna / know / what kinda waters i’ve been in before.  (…)  are there wild dragons out here,  for real?  i want one. 

@leakingdark       i mean..   if you’re content swimming in water that dragons have undoubtedly pissed in—    then be my guest!

@heirology     of course they can’t,   they’re only ghosts—   roaming and haunting their  self made purgatory.  it wouldn’t be anything physical,    psychological torment maybe.       [she would whisper the last part.   not that she wanted to freak him out in an already ominous predicament,    she really had no control over what she was saying now,   as if something deep inside possessed her.   it was the heaviness around them,    full of anguish,   anger and violence.    she was sure that he could at least feel that,     anyone could feel the eery chill..   it was pure instinct.    it would only be left to her imagination how..   beautiful this place must have been before its ultimate demise,    becoming a fortress of the forgotten souls of the war those thousands of years ago.   while he was leading the two on their discovery down the main hall,    she was almost inclined to break away from him and follow her gut,   but she remained close with her hand tightly enveloped in his,   footfalls echoing in sync with each slow step they took]      i do know one thing,    they definitely don’t like us.     especially the two down the hall—    staring at us—    sorry,   i’ll stop.   keep walking

@stagqrc no.   he’s always been a grumpy old man who speaks in riddles and never repeats himself. [it had been that way since he was young,  taken under the wing of the strange old man who seemed to be as old as time for as long as nate could remember.   either way, he didn’t suspect anything out of ordinary from romulus——the poor man had a tendency to be.. odd.    he’d continue to move forward,  boots echoing down the halls.  and when he feels her touch,  he’s almost chasing after it. pulling her hand into a firm hold and giving a comforting squeeze]      they won’t hurt you——can’t.   [he slows down, turning to show that he meant every word]     only fools attack the queen

@heirology     speaking of him,    don’t you think he’s been acting..   i don’t know,   different?   [it was simply just a way to start conversation,   and to ease the nerves of the two.    she tried to ignore it,    the heavy weight bestowed upon her shoulders the second they made their way into what seemed to be ancient ruins.    it was cold,   as if the icy breath of death and aguish rested along her neck,    the hair on her arms sticking up from pure instinct.    it surely wasn’t easier,    hearing not only the rats,    but echoes of voices.   both men and women,    as if they were calling out to them.   luckily for them,    only one could hear it.   she heaves out a shaky exhale as she turns her head away from the newly formed dust cloud at their feet,    stepping along the banner,    which sent an uneasy feeling straight to her gut.   she nods at his quiet plea,   although he couldn’t see it,    but her gaze shifts to every square inch of the floor and walls before them.   only then did she move relatively closer to him,   her fingertips reaching out to lock around his for comfort]     so much..   death is here.     and they’re watching us—     every single one of them 

@deadspoken      a..   cat?    a massive,   flying,   fire breathing—     cat!
            
            /   woah sorry for late response erm

@princessloss       easy,    i used my feet and walk.    your turn!

@stagqrc    .. what?!  [he lifts the helmet from off his face,   the terrifying design to mimic the snarl of goldbyrne revealing his ash caked face.  Goldbyrne wasn’t too far behind, either——he was just as wideyed and confused by her presence as much as his rider was]     you cannot  / be here  / right now    [he says again,  more urgent——like his nerves were exposed to the bitter cold winds,    ceaselessly burning.  he pulls her aside,         pressed up against a cage which served as   their shelter for the time being.  peeking over the corner every once and a while. then he faces her again,    throwing his arms up——needing answers ]       

@heirology     same reason you’re here,   nate..    this time,    you’re not alone and i’m not a sitting duck

you can’t be here right now  the pirates will be——