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abruptly interjecting, " you're really from araneae? " he can hardly believe it, but the princess' clothes are unlike anything he's ever seen. the fabric itself is woven tightly, and shines brilliantly. it's certainly royal. all the signs point to the stories he's heard of her fabled home, but it's such a long way from here he can't wrap his mind around the thought of making such a journey. " do you really weave gold into everything? there are stories about your castle being on a floating rock, but that can't be true! it's not true is it? " the questions sound peculiar, even for egg who knows better to than believe such fantasies at his age now, but the tales have long been passed down to him of such a beautiful place. he's always wanted to see it, and that curiousity brings him to the reason for his disbelief all over again. the journey has always been too long to fathom. it's why people of araneae are so rarely found anywhere in these parts.

he screamed for aerion's death once, but the relief that no higher power listened cannot be measured. overcome with hatred, no matter how deserved, he was just as wrong. he doesn't think he loves aerion, not the way that their father loved his baelor, but he's relieved no less for aerion to be sat beside him.

he doesn't turn from his spot in the window, instead head falling to gently thunk against it. against the surface, warm from the hours of the harsh sun still passing through, egg's eyes follow the movement below -- the stillness of the green in the lack of wind, the slow trudge of persons who pass be it guards or a maester. “ how many of them are going to die? ” in these walls, none of the effects of the long summer can reach him. he can always count on a plate before him and a drink. he can walk the yard without fear of collapsing, he won't be doing any of the kind of labor that would put him at such a risk.

this time, it's not restlessness but the call of a sweet slumber that distracts him. it's his own fault for only resting his head when the sun started to rise over the horizon. he rubs at his eyes with one hand, head straightening off the palm of the other, " is it over? " voice hushed, though obviously coated by drowsiness. he can only hope that things have come to an end, and that he won't be asked any follow up.

if he jumped any higher at the sudden presence of the other, he'd be competing with the horses for height. egg's arms fly up in surrender, empty, robe sleeves waving in the air, " i wasn't stealing! " eyes wide, he's been caught red handed though it's unclear in the act of what. what reason would any squire have to be alone in the tent of somebody other than his knight? " i was - " pointing in the direction of the exit, egg's whole demeanor starts to shift, " i'm acting on direct orders. " his posture straightens, arms falling at his sides as if he truly were on official business. even his chin tilts up with some air of confidence. " i'm on official business. " with the sudden rouse, he realizes he's not the only one who's somewhere they're not meant to be. brow raising, " and what are you doing here? "

his flinch is hard to distinguish from the way the cold's already got him shivering, but he grabs at the edges of the blanket instantly, curling the fabric over balled up hands and tighter around himself. " do you think we'll still make it to highgarden in time? "