[ Rhaenyra nods once, absently; she's still growing accustomed to the strange happenings of the house, and she's heard enough talk about the library and its unconventional gifts to spark her own curiosity, even if requests aren't being fulfilled at the present moment. Something to inquire after further, perhaps, when her attention isn't otherwise occupied.
Her gaze roams across the space to find the tapestry, partially cast in shadow until Aemond illuminates that part of the room — and then she doesn't say anything at all, for a long while, even as she moves closer to the hanging as if her feet are moving independently of her. The likenesses that have been captured there are younger, when the passage of time or illness had not quite had their ravaging effects. Her father — their father, in particular, looking as hale as he ever did in his prime.
She moves to speak and finds that she cannot, at first, the words dying on her lips before she recovers her voice. ]
Yes... yes. [ Her eyes haven't left the tapestry once, flicking over it as if trying to commit every detail to memory. ] An impressive rendering.
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Her gaze roams across the space to find the tapestry, partially cast in shadow until Aemond illuminates that part of the room — and then she doesn't say anything at all, for a long while, even as she moves closer to the hanging as if her feet are moving independently of her. The likenesses that have been captured there are younger, when the passage of time or illness had not quite had their ravaging effects. Her father — their father, in particular, looking as hale as he ever did in his prime.
She moves to speak and finds that she cannot, at first, the words dying on her lips before she recovers her voice. ]
Yes... yes. [ Her eyes haven't left the tapestry once, flicking over it as if trying to commit every detail to memory. ] An impressive rendering.