[ It does speak of a strange magic — for who could know the faces of their forebears so intimately, be able to capture them so expertly through a weaving like this? But in the moment, Rhaenyra does not find herself plagued by too much questioning, and considers the futility of asking too many questions that Aemond may not even be able to answer. Would it not be better to appreciate the gift as it was offered, and make what inquiries she can later?
It is a deep, sobering reminder of what has preceded them, and what has been lost. Yet she considers, still, her father's words, and the importance of what she has been tasked with securing. She has laid it to rest here, bound within the walls of a house that has no real place in her fight, but they also cannot remain as guests indefinitely. ]
Sometimes. When I am recalling him with kind feeling. [ Other times, her recollections are not so generous to his memory. ]
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It is a deep, sobering reminder of what has preceded them, and what has been lost. Yet she considers, still, her father's words, and the importance of what she has been tasked with securing. She has laid it to rest here, bound within the walls of a house that has no real place in her fight, but they also cannot remain as guests indefinitely. ]
Sometimes. When I am recalling him with kind feeling. [ Other times, her recollections are not so generous to his memory. ]