The Tiny Council [MM4]

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya nods approvingly to the boy, smiling kindly.

[Kaelyn Dunn]

Kaelyn rose from her seat, gingerly taking the wine from her Lord and pouring herself a glass. A very, very full glass, before drinking it all at once. She didn't even seem to realize what she was doing. She didn't mean to put on a show, but somehow it was instinct. Perhaps her mouth was merely drier than she knew. Never mind that she hated alcohol. It was all perfectly natural. She poured herself a second, more reasonable glass and returned to her seat.

"The Lord Commander is going to be in a foul mood because of his troubles on the road. It might be wise to ensure he knows that the other Houses worried for him and that no one moved overtly, or otherwise, against us. I don't know how one might slip that into conversation precisely, but we needn't give him reason to worry and must provide as many assurances as possible.

[Kevan Dunn]

Kevan watched Kaelyn's wine antic with a bemused smile, wondering what was really driving it, the current situation or that from last night. Maybe both, and it was altogether too much for her. She didn't look like a tested drinker to him and he suspected that that jolted wine can make a difference in the clarity of her thoughts and the steadiness of her footing. "I'll reassure him about it, don't worry, Lady Kaelyn." He said softly moving to her side to hold her shoulder for a moment. "Perhaps there are positive developments to offset the uncertainty? Has any of you made inroads in relations with the Dragon Princes?"

[Kaliya Redding]

"Thus farr the Drragons have rremained steadfastly hidden away. I was chanced to speak with Prrince Baelorr overr that game of his, but I have not been able to get close enough to pass so much as a worrd with Prrince Maekarr." She observed the interaction between the cousins, herr parents should not have left herr unescorrted, best she find a match beforre she stumbles tits firrst into something even I cannot smoothe overr.

[Kaelyn Dunn]

"I also played that game. I did all right but not terribly well." She took another sip. "I could always try to engage one of them using what little Valyrian I know. Ask them about their mother tongue?"

[Maester Oswell]

That elicited a raised eyebrow from Oswell.

"You speak the old tongue milady?" He enquires, his surprise audible in his voice.

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya looked between the maester and the girl. She hadn't the vaguest clue what Oswell had just said, but the cant was unmistakably Valyrian. She wasn't entirely surprised that he knew enough Valyrian to string sentences together, though the demonstration was unexpected.