[ the way the air stills unnaturally. the odd silence in the woods, where the animals become quiet without warning, deathly still as though the very earth has decided to hold its breath.
there is something deeply strange about the grounds of house balfour's keep. ]
This place would have you stay grounded. Trapped in its boundaries. Walk in a straight line and eventually you will find yourself turned around and back where you've started.
You're new. [ she has the colouring of a velaryon, but not one aemond has met. perhaps...? she might be like daenerys, from a time further away from aemond's own. ] I am Prince Aemond of House Targaryen. Who might you be?
β‘ welcome;
[ the way the air stills unnaturally. the odd silence in the woods, where the animals become quiet without warning, deathly still as though the very earth has decided to hold its breath.
there is something deeply strange about the grounds of house balfour's keep. ]
This place would have you stay grounded. Trapped in its boundaries. Walk in a straight line and eventually you will find yourself turned around and back where you've started.
You're new. [ she has the colouring of a velaryon, but not one aemond has met. perhaps...? she might be like daenerys, from a time further away from aemond's own. ] I am Prince Aemond of House Targaryen. Who might you be?