Top of the Hill

[The Smith]

"I recognize you." She replied, pulling her hand away from his. "It is good to see you again. Becawyr is indeed much larger then before." She moved past him up toward the stone house.

[The Smith]

Sealla remained focused on the House that she was walked toward, "I think they might have mentioned it. You and Lewyn. Where are the others?"

[The Smith]

Saella nodded and turned to look at Brynden, "I did, and I am sorry. She was a good woman." Her stride did not falter, but her face and voice expressed a great deal of sympathy.

[The Smith]

Saella offered a small smile and a nod. "I am sure she would be." Looking to Sami she called out, "Would you lay out another outfit, I will need to change in a moment." As she finally grew close to the stone house.

Sami stood and glided into the entrance.

[The Smith]

Saella turned to him, "Of course you will. But I have a moment." She grabbed up a flask lying on an outside table, "Have you met the King? What do you think of him?"

[The Smith]

Saella nodded, "Do you have a sense that his Lords, or people wish to bring him down?" She threw her gloves on the table.

[The Smith]

Saella nodded, "And how have people reacted to him naming Cedric Lannister his Hand?" She began to remove the leather breastplate that she wore over her linen tunic.

[The Smith]

Saella nodded, "How deep are these enmities? Do they reflect on to his Highness?"

[The Smith]

Saella threw the breastplate to the ground. And cast a cool gaze at Brynden, "Yes, all of us with Dragon blood intend on conquering and subjecting all Seven Kingdom's to our will. That blood is tainted." She stopped undressing, and raised a single crimson eyebrow.

[The Smith]

"I make no promise about my forgiveness." She removed the leather band holding up her hair, it was not long, but it brushed her shoulders. "The Bull Stag's dance will set the Realm afire. With every step embers will alight a garden, winds will blow with rage, mountains will shift with tremors, and the sea will boil red. A wolf with horns will stand back up, and with a tear in its eye walk towards the sun. A horn's tip will find a the throat of an enemy, and then the world will burn hot." She recited, clearly from memory.

[The Smith]

"Nehmen." She turned and walked into the Stone house.

[The Smith]

After several moments of quiet she stepped back into the open air and looked at him. "You are an astute judge of character, Brynden Royce." She was wearing a blue woolen dress that covered her from neck to ankles. "Which one of my trusted advisers is power mad conqueror?"

[The Smith]

Saella moved over to the table, and sat watching her dragon, as she said, "Of course. Of course. Then what was your point?"

[The Smith]

Saella turned to him, and watched him with intent eyes that watched every movement, "Did you hear the prophecy? What do you think it means?"

[The Smith]

Saella raised an eyebrow, "Interesting. What exactly is your plan for my return to the Eyrie?" She turned and looked back to her dragon, and a slight smile covered her face as she watched the beast relax in the water.