Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

Chapter XLIII ''Ice and fire'' [+18]

Visenya used the free time she had left and went to the forge. The sounds of metal tools hitting dragon glass to shape it into a blade suitable for weapons could be heard all the time. All those who knew that craft were doing that now, to make as many weapons as possible from the raw material brought all the way from her island, so it was very crowded there. She didn't want to interfere, so she even considered leaving almost immediately, but she heard the voice of someone she hadn't had a chance to talk to for too long.

She looked out and saw Arya Stark talking to a man, showing him something on a piece of paper before rolling it up and handing it to him. She might have let it go - despite her desire to win over the people of the North, she would rather avoid talking to people who probably wouldn't be nice to her - but then something caught her eye. It was a dagger, which Arya took out to show the man.

What were the chances that this was the same weapon she had seen in her dreams? Probably a slim chance, but since it had recently appeared in them again, it must mean something. Maybe that was why she had dreamed about it, because it was somewhere here, because she should find it.

"A beautiful dagger." she said, drawing the attention of the two talking. She smiled, trying to look warm. "Valyrian steel? They say it cuts clean." she came closer, stopping a step away from them.

"How did you know?" Arya asked, immediately adding, not looking too pleased: "Your Grace."

"Your Grace." the man also spoke, bowing his head for a moment.

"I guessed, because I think I know this weapon." she explained shortly.

"Have you ever held a weapon in your hands?" Arya's tone came out more mocking than she intended.

She promised her brother - just like Sansa - that she would not be hasty in judging Visenya, but would give her a chance to show her good side, the one he supposedly got to know her from. It wasn't easy after what she had been through, but if Robb had managed it and asked her to do the same, then she was going to at least try - no matter how hard it was for her.

"No, but I've seen it many times in my dreams." she didn't show that she didn't like Arya's slightly mocking tone. "May I?"

At first, she hadn't planned to mention that she had seen something in her dream, because she knew how people approached such things. Most didn't believe in dreaming something, especially the future, despite the evidence, like Daenys, who had dreamed the destruction of Valyria.
She had seen for herself many times that her dreams were true - or at least the vast majority of them. She had dreamed dragons, that Jorah would attack her, a meeting with Robb...
At this point, she was interpreting every dream she had, taking it as a vision of the future.

Reluctantly, but in the name of trying to build good relations, Arya held the dagger out to her so she could look at it. Visenya took it gently in her hands, immediately searching for the words she had tried to read from the weapon in her dream. However, the signs were too vague to read.

She was about to sigh in resignation, but her eyes were drawn to the fire between the glowing coals. Without saying anything, she inserted the blade there, hoping that the heated steel would reveal its secrets.
Arya looked annoyed and on the verge of saying something unpleasant, but she decided to bite her tongue one more time and suffer in silence. She tried to distract herself by looking at the knight who had come after Visenya. She was aware of who he was, and maybe if he hadn't been on the Queen's side, she would have spoken up, to have a sparring match with him, to see for herself if he deserved his reputation.

In the meantime, the steel had managed to heat up and Visenya pulled the dagger out from between the heated coals. This time the words were much clearer, but she still had to squint a bit.