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Olin grinned and ruffled her hair, "Don't worry yourself to death now."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I'll keep worrying anout you if you never get any sleep," She retorts but yawns

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Just go to sleep, silly," Olin laughed and kissed her nose, "You're exhausted."

[CrimsonMoon]

" and you SHOULD be... But you're not," she shoots back but smiles at him and sinks back down

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin stood up, "I'll go to sleep- eventually," he promised her.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Fine..." He pretends to huff and closes her eyes, burying her face into Maida's hair

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin smiled and decided that since he wasn't tired, he'd just wander for a bit. He exited the room quietly.

[CrimsonMoon]

There were a few Iron Born in the great dining hall, nothing muc else, though a few glanced up at them, they mostly shrugged him off...

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. Everything was so complicated, from his relationship with Indigo, to the war between the Starks and the Lannisters. He felt that the Greyjoy boy could end up being an ally, which was good. He wasn't about trying to kill a child.

[CrimsonMoon]

The doors at the end of te hall open and a guard walks in, soake to the bone but seeming unphased," The boy is insane... God knows where he takes the Kracken on his 'night huts'," the man chortles

" All we know is that those prototype ships were made and destroyed the lannisters... The Kraken probably ate a big lunch that day," another laughs, they seemed at ease with the monster

" You remember the day it came?"

" aye... Nuts."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He listened in to the talk curiously, having only seen the Kracken for a short while.

[CrimsonMoon]

One of the guards glances at him and growls," Well boy, ye gonna listen to the story or stand there like a idiot?" His voice was gruff with years of inhailing salty air. The other guard stands on the table, more men gathering around excitedly

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He scowled and gathered with the men.

[CrimsonMoon]

The guard stomps on the table, starting a small rhymth that te others took up as he started up:
" Hear ye, Hear ye, Ye feckin Iron Bred!
Once a commoner and now a KING!
Kracken Conquerer! The TRUE KING OF THE ISLANDS~!"
The guards were roaring now, even though every word would be considered treason, they didn't stop
" TAKEN FROM THE CLIFFS OF WESTEROS!
A MAN CHALLENGED THE BOY-"

" ' WHAT CAN YOU OFFER THE WORLD?!?' " the men roared as if having heard this story thousands of times

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Olin looked around, eyebrows raised in amusement.

[CrimsonMoon]

" AND WITHOUT A WORD-"
the man roars, a grin on his face
" THE CHILD SCOOPS THE MAN'S EYE FROM HIS LIVING BODY!
FORGING A PATH OF BLOOD AND STEEL
LEADING TO MANY AN ENEMY'S DEMISE
INSPIRING THE IRON BORN!!"
This brought an increase in the roaring
-INSPIRING THRALLS!!"
More volume, the man sweeps his hands across the group
" AND UNITING THE IRON ISLANDS ABOVE THE DROWNED GOD!
RORI! KRACKEN CONQUERER!!"
The men broke in laughing groups... The story was almost a song, a poem and a war cry at once. From the shadows of the staircase... The boy watches, his storm grey eyes hidden behind black hair

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin tapped the hilt of his sword curiously. They sang valiantly of the heir, made him sound like a fearsome, bloodthirsty killer. But he knew there was more than just that.

[CrimsonMoon]

The boy disappears back up the stairs before he could be seen, watching Olin for a few moments before turning away...

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He heard the small sound of someone leaving and Olin glanced toward the stairs.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori's bare feet disappear up the dark steps