Religious and ancient
The Ice Wall permits you to pass, to cover grey skies with Dragons, once in a life, during the Last of Battles and as it was promised, more to come. Just like any sin is emended by Elves to get another chance as Gollum and so the Lady Hand doesn’t want to be disfigured by darkness as Orc or any of their kin, or breed as them. Not her fate. For they have all, but not what they desire innermost, even names are crossing Space and Time. Even Feanor as Ghost went into Jon’s crib to stop the father’s weeping, snuggly by the cozy fire, and for the wife to keep her promise, to show love to the brat of Wolves and all Nights. The decade passed since Dagor Dagorath, and only some of time after Battle of Gods. Nina was adjusting herself to the novel life she was living.
And guess what, she was doing more than excellent, she is integrating, learning and mainly spending her time wherever she could go out, through market places, galleries, everyday spots or the gardens of Elves, but what she found the most enrapturing to her, was the small land of the entwined Elder Trees which were creating the shape of the heart, and it was called the Lover’s shade, here she would sit and read the book she borrowed from the Hill’s libraries, she was also learning the High Valyrian, even heard that the Dragon Consort is a great teacher, but she would try on her own and with her little family she already took as her own, she is still finding what she might do with the rest of her life, even her only friend, Hobbit Tico or perhaps he changed his name or nickname, Hobbits or half-lings do that on the normal basis, was writing to her and she wrote back. It was as they said, the contact is insured and he will be even visiting or she him, but that will have to wait, till she sees the freedom again of that sort. Nevertheless, the letters were exchanged and she wrote and read them also under the Lover’s shade.
She is hearing how Lady Commander’s Meera of Queensguard in the loftiest tiers of Dragon Keep amid clouds and mist are chronicling the family trees of humanity with Milica, which is the apex work for anyone who attempts it, but, they were having the time on their side, weighing toward the fulfilling dreams and gravitating to the success and attainment. Hm, what if she joins them? Ugh, and what about Podrick? Dragon Queen’s baby brother’s human? Ah, take each step for one day, she wants to be, after all, independent, and to array her own links of people, her own bonds, and not through connections or politics.
That will be the best life to live. All right then, and if the life is heading her towards them, it is up to Gods, Old and New, or even the Dark and Light Ones, of the Forests and celestial bodies. For now, she was loving to regale in it under the Lover’s shade, in her standard raiment, while Elves were passing by her, throwing glances, here and there, for they were having the prying personalities to find out who or what was she like as a person.
More or less, they were leaving her alone, she kept oneself reclusively, she didn’t like to expose her being or stand out, she was to be exempted from their charms and temptations. All the urges, inclinations and impulses were reserved for them. Elves.
- Let the blood flow, to make the birth healthier, between your thighs, inside of us, the internal organs and viscera are the waters we change in your blood – she raises her head, seeing the glimmering white, the unbraided silver hair was the coronet of the crown, he sits down by her side, in his glamour and gloriousness, feeling self – satisfied, even the imposing stance was as such. – I heard a lot about you. How Jon Snow endeavored to save you on his Dwarven Steed, it suits a Man finer, it was the gift of the King Under the Mountain, like other steeds or rigs you needed along with being replenished, the one that is changing colors, thus he is renamed as Leprechaun. And your parents sold you to the House of Black and White, not to mention, one girl on top of the Giant, did run away. I knew her, empty earth tunnels are found – she blinks twice, and then she answers. – You do have an agenda, what do you want?
- For you to talk to me.
- That is all?
- That is all – his immersive deep and dark lavender eyes were something she could love to pluck out and sell to odds, it isn’t nice. Nina. It is brainless. They were humans and spoils, and yet, they couldn’t do better but to curb their vilest intentions, among the worst is the kill intent among the glory they find it even more allured to them. And those orbs of irises were speaking of the past times and of the advantageous future days. There was something in that man. Why was she like this? Why always the ugly side has to emerge? Does she believe that she deserve it, that this is all what is remaining when they take your freedom away?
- Very well. It appears, that I am not a lucky girl. I guess, some do have luck on their side. If I had the Giant to raise him, the one that is brought by Gods to Ironborn shores as the child, finding him in the loneliest cave, and since then, they were inseparable with one another.
- Do not be like that. We enjoy you and you enjoy with us, even when Wolf Princess, Arya Stark, almost achieved what you didn’t.
- She is a lousy girl with disguises, but besting at sneaking at Winter nights, a long time they needed to find her, but it was finished, she was one of us, better is this fate, than the past, and yes, I do remember in particulars. But, who are you?
- Well, Nina, I am Exalior and this is my birth land, I come to visit it, from time to time, when the duty doesn’t press me back to the Dragon Keep, and you see over there – she follows where he is pointing, where the Beauty was gazing back at them, on top of teeming hillsides, she was trailing self as a winged violet Wyrm – she is the one that is alike the one peoples named Gentle Violet, rare Meraxes, your Mera who might be surpassed by my young Dragon by beauty – since he was a Young Prince of Dragon House, the Captain of the First squad.
His color of the voice is the same as it was the color of his Dragon, in nuances and shades. She put the book away. She was learning High Valyrian by herself, but it could wait. She wants to see how far she may go alone and much later to ask for some aid. But for now, she hears lots of other odd stories. Like the ones where, if the Master or Mistress, your Lady or the Lord of the House is binding your mouth, you cannot take it down by self, if you are unrestrained, but only when they lust to release you so. It was a type of the game, where is tested the witty advantage.
- You are not easy to read. – So they say all. – You heard that there are some of the kinkiest of my kin? – Do I open my mouth to please me and you to fill? – You have one to bind, but who knows. I am not one of them still, but it is nicer when you see humans with bound mouths. – Why? – You are uncloaking what is the best part of you. – We might be veiled, don’t you think so? – But the silence of yours is what urges are mad! – Then, it is better this way – he snickers at her. And she is still finding out, learning what does he want? He may get his audience with suchlike ease. – You are the legend girl. You do assassinate. – Only humans, with the Elves, I went into the Wall.
- But still, you have nothing to hold you down, don’t you? You are free in your mind. – I apologize, pardon me, but how do you see it as that? – What you, human beings, are viewing as something evil and bad, we see it as merely being the way you express yourselves, it is another course of it. – If you would be so kind to elucidate? – You do kill who you want, right? – No, that is not how the God of Blood works, if it is given that we have to honor the norm. – But, if you do owe, you do choose, don’t you? – he was good, very good. – Yes. – And how many wrongdoers or sinners, you did relinquish from their lives?
- Hm, I do not know the count. – Do you believe that you deserve to lose your freedom with us? – he was hitting low. – I enquired you, what is it that you are lusting for? – Me? Well, to tell me. – Tell you what? – he was balking her so, no matter the beauty. – To name them, I shall find, at least one. – What? Everyone knows where is the House of White and Black, you are welcome to pay it a visit.
- But there are never the people whom I burn for. – Wait, you want someone like me? – Yes. – You are serious? – I was never more serious in my life. The girl with the Giant? She should have been mine. I even gave the word, but she is the pirate girl, with a Giant, I have no chance. I won’t spill the blood of someone who might one day become so large, that he is tired of life and turn into the mountains. – That is only when there is less magic in the world, and admit it, you are daunted by the Giant people. – I am, but, regarding what happened to us, I am not so much into to ever beg for anyone’s approval. We must live now, without those genocidal aspirations. So, Nina, what do you say? I even braced some gold and gems. The full chests of them. – I won’t betray.
- Just one name. – Whom do you take me for? I can be anything or anyone, but the betrayer? Why do you think so low of myself, just because I am in this tight dispositions? – The negotiations are tough with you, that is why I did say, whom do you choose? There must be some person that is walking free, while you are here, who inducted you so, somebody whom you cannot even hear a name about or watch with your eyes. Someone you loathe, and it isn’t the truth, of what you do say, that we Elves are the Walls for you, that you have trained just for the human beings. I wouldn’t be interested, if that is the whole truth, is that?
The best of the best. That was the game, ladies and gentlemen. He had her there. She will not betray the House, but just one man or a woman?
No, it must be a man. Enough women suffered, there has to be…but not her teacher, he leads and he will be the one who will be inducting others.
Who has the knowledge to make others, that is not to be wasted, it would be wasteful and squandered if he is to be captured by one of such as this Exalior, and the Beauty was so good – looking, she could hear how she purrs even when she is the Dragon, casting the tints of her violet in the rainbow dance, she was beautiful to look at, so delightful, wonderful to see, wondrously the wonder is seemed, so, to say his real name, she would break faith, selling him out. It has to be someone else.
For this. It isn’t right, he trained them both. The least she could do is to take away the student, but never the teacher, that was the law of the bound to the Blood God.
She desires revenge.
He was the man who looked down on her, and if he finds out how she fares? Well, that just won’t do, it just won’t.
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- All what you need to do is reveal a real name, your price is here with me, I know you do no need it, but you need justice of some form? Don’t you? Doom a name for me. Our Nina of Guild. Faceless Men to the Many Faced God of Death. The priests of the cult that live, in the Free City in Braavos. Their members are ranging far and wide across Beleriand of Middle Earth, of the North and of the East (Essos), Of Westeros and of the South, Arda, the planet Terra, and our Gaia. Our planet Earth – so, she is rethinking about one name only. A real. They are feeding fears.
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Daario Naharis, you will find him and the rest you need. He is one of Assassin’s Creed. He isn’t the best of the best, but he is somebody you ache for, we are the formidable foes to the Elf kin.