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The fresh breeze blows softly and the deep waters splash gently agsinst the harsh rocks. The smoke of the light up flambeau waves into Vaella's face. It's a sad day for both Velaryons and Tararyens. Lady Laena Velaryon died. Though Vaella never really got introduced to her, she feels bad. Bad that her two cousins are left without their mother in this cruel world and bad that her parents will never see her again. No parent should have to bury their child.
It is also a day of clear realization for Vaella. Something has changed, something important. She can feel it, she can see it. Vaella stands in the middle of her two families and she feels the tention between them. None of her siblings gave her even a look or a smile. It is as if they've completely forgotten her. She stands between her blood, her families but still isn't part of one. Vaella is caught in the middle, alone and excluded by her own family.
As Vaemond speaks the eulogy for Laena, the dark-haired girl lets her gaze wander. Many things have changed. Her father looks sicker than the last time she saw him and it makes her worry. How much time will she have left with him? Vaella notices the hand brooch on Otto's robe. The snake found it's way back into the nest. And her siblings of course. All of them avoiding her glances none of them even acknowledge her presence. Only sometimes she sees Helaena looking at her, though she directly turns her gaze away when Vaella responds to it.
Vaella sin't really listening to the speech until the topic seems to change. "...Lady Laena leaves two true-born daughters on the shore...", the girls ears light up at these words. So much time has passed since she last left Kingslanding and since then their gossip topics haven't changed. It's almost fatiguing.
"...Salt courses through Velaryon blood. Ours runs thick. Ours runs true. And ours must never thin...", Vaemond emphasises every single word and keeps his heavy look on Rhaenyra and her children. It seems like an accusation towards her, towards them. The growing tension is interrupted by a giggle. Vaella's head shoots up to meet her uncle's gaze and narrows her eyes at him. So disrespectful, so inappropriate.
Vaemond continues his speech but Vaella isn't listening anymore. She has enough of it all. The hidden accusations and glares, the disrepectful behaviour, the ignorance. She notices her brothers bored expression and can only be saddend by the little empathy he has. Laena's casket is shoved over a stone plank and with the last push it sinks into the deep water, to never see the light again.
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"Hand turn loom, spool of green, spool of black, dragons of fleshweaving dragons of thread. Hand turns loom, spool of green...", Helaena mutters while playing with a spider and a shell. The little girl listens to her sisters words intently. Everybody told her Helaena is an idiot since she was a child, caught in her own world. She does not know why but she always had a feeling there is more behind her sister's words. Vaella is convinced that Helaena isn't talking without any sense, she rather speaks in riddles. Maybe the problem aren't the words but the ears that are listening.
