Arya hums softly as she brushes Talia’s hair. Talia can feel her sanity slowly seeping away with the passing days. Cele’s visits have become less and when she does show up it is to tell Talia about the turmoil happening between the humans and the dragons. The only part of her location Talia has seen is the inside of her room. The window only shows a line of large trees and a glimpse of mountain tops in the distance when the wind blows. There is no telling sign of where she could be.
“Arya, where is this place? Is it really another dimension?” She asks watching the last rays of sun slowly seeping behind the trees. She at least knows she is facing west.
Arya, who rarely speaks when she is around, becomes quiet. She continues the steady brushing, but Talia can feel less force behind the mo
