#serenei:thread

[stormxblooded]

@brokenstarters​

Dusk was settling over Winterfell. The end of another day marked time for prayer, but in Westeros, there were few places where Serenei could do so in peace. In the Eyrie, she had taken to doing so at the peak of The Maiden’s Tower, overlooking The Vale as the sun set over it. A beautiful spot, if only for the view. In Winterfell, there were few such places that felt right. Perhaps it was the cold - it reminded her too much of The Great Other. 

The Glass Gardens were not too bad, at least, not compared to the rest of the keep. At least it was warm, and the scent of soil made it feel like a place of life in comparison to the dead, icy Northern weather. Serenei settled beside a beautiful bed of blossoming flowers, knelt upon the ground, and begun her prayer. 

She was halfway through her murmured reverence when a noise alerted her to the presence of another. Without looking behind her, she straightened her back, moving so she was sitting upon her heels, and called out to the newcomer. 

“You are welcome to join me in prayer, if you wish to. I would be glad of the company.” Finally, she turned her head, surveying the other curiously. 

[stormxblooded]

@gildedheirs​

Sereni regarded the bard before her with a neutral expression upon her face. They were certainly one of the better Westerosi musicians they had heard - but it was nothing on those from her homeland. Music was part of everyday life in Pentos in a way that it wasn’t here. and it just couldn’t compare. She had half a mind to take over from them, to snatch the instrument from their hand and sing a song she had learned in her childhood, but her mask would never crack. She remained composed, impassive, simply watching through thoughtful eyes. 

“What do you think?” She spoke eventually, cocking her  head to regard her companion. “I’ve heard that you have some beautiful songs and stories over here, but I am yet to hear any that capture my imagination. Do you have a favourite? Perhaps they take requests.” 

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@alysanneb​

Serenei would be lying if she said that Alysanne Blackwood did not intrigue her. In Pentos, she had been the most powerful person in the city, even moreso than her brother, than the magisters. She had ruled, but here, things were different. With the new crowning, though, and the freedom to speak to those in power for the first time since she had arrived in Westeros, there was opportunity. 

Alysanne was not a queen, but the Mistress of Coin still had the ear of the king, and, in Serenei’s opinion, the means to do far more with what she had than any consort, no matter how influential. That drew her attention, her admiration, even, and she was pleased to have an audience with the other. 

“We have much to discuss, you and I,” she drawled in her lyrical voice, eyes meeting the other and soft smile gracing her face. “I have long hoped I could make use of my heritage to negotiate some sort of deal. Pentos is a centre of trade, after all. I hear you are the woman to speak to of such matters.”