BRAVE WERE THE OLD || THE LONGEST NIGHT

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ 3 eyed crow

The crow circled the chiming metal decorations, weaving among the noisiest of the bunch and chittering mimics. As Brymstone traversed down the firelit path, the crow quieted and grasped one of the dangling chimes, swinging from the metal chains. The little bird’s red eyes stared down at the Dragon King, listening but not quite comprehending.

Vale swooped down in a flurry of black feathers. Ve attempted to land on Brymstone’s shoulders; ve would fly off back to the wind chimes if brushed away.

“I’ll sing, but only if you do!” Vale giggled to verself, fluttering vis wings and teetering on vis perch. “But I do not have the voice for such things. Anyway.”

The crow tilted vis head at the red dragon, neck angling back as vis beck turned to the right. “Free as flames, you say? Might have to steal that line. Freedom and fire… they do go well together, eh, Renly?”

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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