Library

Kesi took a wander to the libary after the Princess Daenya's visit to her earlier that week. She had very rarely been in the room before, preferring her own books but after several studious hours had found nothing and so resorted to the last resort.

She was dressed in a pale pink gown that was of Westerosi style, preffering to be covered up while out and about.

Once there she looked around, at a loss of where to start.

Kesi sighed, always forgetting just how useless this place was to her.

She headed to the section on magic, thinking that this would help her more then anything else at this moment.

Kesi picked the blood magic book first, truly not knowing what was really wrong with the princess she thought that this would be more useful to her little "Quest"

She flicked through the pages until she found a section on healing, and hoped it was the right area

The blood magic book wasn't particularly helpful except that it recommended the use of leeches for cooling the passions raised by unbalanced humours. Turning next to one of the other books she discovered that there were certain potions, creams and poultices that might be used for various ailments, and which might be worth investigating.

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Now war was over, Rhaena was happy to retake her spot in the Library, in a comfy chair that she had to replace from where it had been moved while she was away, so it was at the perfect distance to get the best light and the best breeze, even though it was evening.

She was wearing her hair down like a silver river down her back, and a loose fitting shirt, with more comfortable breeches. The shirt was open part way down her chest, but was still modest, and had the sigil of house Targaryen on the right breast.

She choose a book on contemporary law making, took off her boots and settled in for the long hall, curling up in the chair.

Rhaena looked at the person who entered the room, seeing blue hair and rolling her eyes, more unusually hair colours. She thought the woman who entered might get along well with her sister for it.

"Good Evening," Rhaena greeted, but did not get up from her comfy position, "Are you from Westeros?"

"Yes, I can hear that now," she said, she had not expected to have been greeted when someone else entered a room like a library.

"Where do you come from? If not from Westeros?" She asked, tilting her head curiously.

"That is quite the assumption," Rhaena said, narrowing her eyes slightly, "Try me."

Rhaena narrowed her eyes again, at indeed not having known where that was, "It hardly matters," she said, though whether to the woman or to herself at the knowledge gap was debateable.

"My name is Rhaena,"

"Sometimes," she said, ambiguously with a soft smile, made softer my the candle light.

"Until recently being a princess was the easy part, now I imagine it shall be more of a challenge," she said, not affronted by what she percieved to be a dig, maybe making subconscious allowances for a foreigner, "It is not too much work, but sometimes it is nice to throw off the title."

Rhaena nodded, looking at the other woman with a fair amount of curiosity, "It is easier, yes," not that he had much experience being an ordinary person, even when she was in the camp, she was still somewhat set apart by the men, despite insisting on receiving the same treatment. "What do you do here? I can't imagine my father keeps many people round with no purpose?"