Bringing the Dawn

XXXVII.

Robb Stark

Riverrun, 300AC

"Are you sure you are actually entering their minds and not simply imagining them?"

The words came out sharper than intended, but he was beginning to get fed up with all of this. When it was confirmed that Jaeron had managed to gain control of warging Ghost, Howland had pulled him aside every day for an hour or so to train him on doing so as well. It had been two weeks now since they had started, and he had not succeeded even once, and it was beginning to grate on his nerves and patience.

"Warging takes a lot of time to master. An animal has a mind of its own, some have a stronger will than others. In order to enter their mind, they need to give you full control. I'd imagine for yourself it would be considerably more difficult as direwolves are not like their wolf cousins."

He almost swore aloud at that, but he managed to keep it to himself. Focusing on Grey Wind who was currently sitting beside a stream, probably watching for fish to catch for food. Ghost was beside him too but he seemed to be sound asleep and completely unbothered by everything around them. Deep amber eyes locked on his own for a moment before he closed his eyes, trying to imagine the view his wolf had. He heard it at first, the rushing of water along the rocks and sweeping along the banks. Darkness beginning to lighten as he spotted a red coloured fish. Looking around and trying to picture the opposite view.

"My Prince, a raven has arrived."

Now, Robb did curse aloud. Opening his eyes and breaking the tiny connection he had successfully made there. Spinning on his feet to be met with Aurane who was holding a letter in his hands.

"I apologise for interrupting, but we received a letter from my brother."

All anger dissipated at this as he signalled for Howland to leave, walking over to take the parchment himself. Scanning the words and noting it was written in High Valyrian, something he hadn't been keeping on top of recently so it took a few minutes for it to become clear to him.

Lēkia, Nyke letraka ao gīmigon hen skoros iksos grindam kesīr. Hae ao jāhor gīmigon, Stannis emagon merak se trato Dārys skore ziry iksos hae bōsa hae Jaeron iksos daor hen. Ziry emagon forsaken se sīkuda se ziry emagon ēdan ry statues hen zirȳ zaltan along rūsīr lī qilōni stako. āeksio Axell Florent istan mēre, zȳhon ano mandia vlia hae ziry zaltan. Ziry emagon mēre hen mele hen āeksio hen ōños isse zȳhon crakos, ivestragī Jaeron gīmigon se bona bisa iksos daor mirros naejot sagon merak likrat. Ondoso se jēda ao jiōragon bisa vōljes, nyke jāhor sagon grindam rūsīr se mentyr naejot ilagon strakia naejot Jelmāzma's Mōris. Ziry jaelagon naejot tindon hen Renly ondoso verdagon zirȳla bartos bona ñuhoso. Sagon ȳgha. (Brother, I am letting you know of what is going here. As you will know, Stannis has taken the title King which he is as long as Jaeron is not out. He has forsaken the Seven and he has had all statues of them burned along with those who spoke against. Lord Axell Florent was one, his own sister watched as he burned. He has one of the red people of the Lord of Light in his circle, let Jaeron know and that this is not something to be taken lightly. By the time you receive this raven, I will be going with the fleet to lay siege to Storm's End. He wants to root out Renly by making him head that way. Be safe.)

He already knew that Stannis was pressing on the claim, everyone knew that by now. But somehow seeing it on parchment made it sink in more.

"I'll never understand southerners with their tendency to usurp. No offense intended."

"None taken, my Prince. We consider ourselves Valyrian and not southerners even though we have not gone back to our homeland in hundreds of years. Not that we can, even now the Doom still resides."