Marching to an inn, Adira greeted the innkeeper before requesting a room and a bath together. Luckily there was one available and after checking it out was safe enough in case anybody tried to get in. However the only thing was that to take a bath she needed to go to the bathhouse. Thank the gods it was empty Adira thought before making her way to the warmest one. Stripping she slowly goes in the water and lets her body relax into the warm liquid before closing her eyes.
"Hello, Chosen One"
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Adira immediately sat upright when she heard the voice. Her eyes glowed a purplish red and she pushed her hand out. The red priestess was sent flying back into the water surrounding her. Getting out of the water Adira still had her hand up and slowly walked to where the woman had landed. However instead of being mad the priestess just looked at her in awe.
It had been a very long time since anyone had been able to take her by surprise. Maybe just maybe that woman was right, Kinvara thought before standing up. The female in front of her looks just like the Lady in the vision had described. Her hair was snow white with eyes the deepest of purple that in the right light was tinted red. With no clothes on she had a petite and curvy silhouette. Kinvara could even see the same color surrounding her eyes emit from her hands.
"Who are you and how did you get in here?" Adira demanded. She knew something like this would happen. That's why before coming here she practiced defensive magic in a book that her ancestors guarded fiercely with how many traps they had set up. Although she would rather it be when she had something covering her and not buck wild naked.
"There's no need to be startled by me dear champion you can call me Kinvara," The woman, Kinvara stated "I am here on behalf of the Red Temple to give you a much better sleeping arrangement."
Adira just stared at her but Kinvara could tell she was listening. However the red priestess was anything but relentless. After much consideration on Adira's part she agreed to go with her on one condition. "Let me look into your memories and then I will go with you."
Now that had Kinvara on alert for she hasn't met nor heard of anyone but greenseers being able to look into memories. Oh yes, just because she was halfway across from Westeros didn't mean she hadn't heard of them. Alas if she wanted R'llor chosen one to trust her this would be something she would have to sacrifice. With her decision made Kinvara let her guard down and Adira let her magic flow into the woman's mind.
When training with her magic Adira had found that instead of forcing her magic it was best to go with the flow literally and figurally. Once her magic coursed through the red lady's memories and she found nothing too concerning did Adira let her go. Kinvara felt awe, feeling the magic go through her. It was a warm and almost familiar feeling that gave her some sort of rush. Although that thing with that lady was something she wanted to ask she pushed it to the back of her mind.
"Do you see now dear Chosen One, I am here to serve you and your line until Azor Ahai is brought forth to life." Kinvara declared, which lessened the tension in Adira just a little bit.
"Okay just please don't say it like that anymore" Adira pleaded before grabbing the towel cloth thing the inn had given her. Although she wanted to turn her away she couldn't for several reasons. One being she didn't know what era she was in or how to navigate this world without a map.
The second being that she was really curious about what the followers of R'llor wanted with her. Besides knowing the basic knowledge of the 'A Song of Ice and Fire' universe and doing a deep dive on its magic she was curious to experience it. If she was going to live in this world Adira knew she had to understand it better. The more she knew about it, the greater she would be prepared for any surprises.
When she was finally dressed again she led Kinvara back to the room. Even though the priestess offered her batter arrangement she wanted to just drop dead after walking for miles to no end. Plus she didn't miss the look of disgust on Kinvara's face as she looked at the bed. It brought some joy to her since she really hadn't forgiven the priestess for scaring her and it didn't take long for Kinvara to rush back to the temple. Once she was gone, Adira closed her eyes and looked for Vaelys in their bond. The she-dragon sent back warmth and comfort back which lulled her into a deep sleep.
In her dream she was back on the island where she first came from but it felt different like something had changed. The air was charged with something she could not recognize. Multiple shadows flew over her head and when she looked up she saw Vaelys with different color dragons. They looked like they were dancing in the sky and not with fire but songs. It was peaceful and felt like a sanctuary in the middle of nowhere.
She heard of dragons dancing but that was only when she read about that civil war between house Targaryen before she got here. The way she looked at it was that losing their dragons were their own faults. Even before the 'Dance of Dragons' took place they were already losing the dragons due to multiple factors. Like the continued decrease of magic which stopped the dragons from growing along with being chained to walls from the moment they grew to be big as a horse. Hence stunting the growth of dragons and the increase of eggs turning into lifeless stones.
It was another reason why she disliked how the Targaryens treated their dragons. Adira came out of her little head rant and noticed someone was walking towards her. However her vision started to get blurry and she started to hear static. Then she saw a dragon with burn marks fall to the ground before more fell. Suddenly she felt something warm falling down her nose and she looked down to where it fell.
What she saw unnerved her deeply. On the ground surrounding her were blood riddled bodies and she was in some kind of armour. Adira noticed the very familiar symbol on the corpses: House Hightower. The key player who she believed led toward the end of the dragons. All because they, among other houses, didn't want a woman on the throne because of what was between her legs.
However Rhaenyra didn't help her case with her actions either. Giving birth to children with brown hair and eyes while trying to pass them off as Velaryons was straight stupidity. Adira understood the grief of being in a marriage with a man who liked men more but she could have found someone of Valyrian bloodline. It wouldn't get rid of all the whispers but lessen the pressure from court. Another thing to point out was that Rhaenyra hadn't had much political standing.
The blood rising up snatched her from the endless thoughts and she ran up the pile of bodies that wasn't there before. She could feel the beginning of a panic attack coming and now she desperately needed to get out of here - wherever here was. And the noise was getting louder and louder. She could hear the screams of dragons and men alike raging through the air.
The sky had turned bloody with fires of a violent force. Adira ran and ran until she fell into a dark pitch black abyss. It reminded her of a particular time of her childhood. This place brought forth a time of sadness, grief, and pain. She floated for sometime until warmth wrapped around her body. The Valeris opened her eyes she didn't know were closed and looked.
There was a woman in front of her but once again she couldn't see or hear what she was saying until she heard one word. CHOOSE. Before Adria could question the woman about it she was yanked back and that was when she woke up. Everything that was floating dropped onto the ground with a loud crash. Thankfully she chose the room near the end but that wouldn't stop the questions from the inn keeper.
***
Over the Narrow Sea and in the Red Keep a man shot up from his bed clutching his chest while gasping for air. Baelon couldn't get those images out of his head no matter how hard he tried. That woman was someone he didn't recognize and she was covered head to toe in blood Baelon thought. And most important of all things why the fuck did he see Hightower flags behind her.
Jumping up he walked to the balcony and breathed in as much fresh air he could in King's Landing. It didn't help that this dream nightmare, whatever it was, appeared when he started to sniff around the Hightowers. He noticed that some of his men from the city watch had been disappearing and slowly being replaced with knights from Highgarden. Not only that but tax reports from Oldtown have started to look inconsistent.
This means a lot of things coming from this whatever this is. He knew his bloodline was proclaimed to have Dreamers but he knew for sure that he was not one. Yet it still didn't explain why it felt so real to the point he almost grazed the skin of the woman. Shaking his head he rid himself of these thoughts. After all, he still needed to get ready for the day and whatever chaos Daemon brought.