“I think we often forget the small things in life that matter most, but on cristes maesse we are meant to acknowledge and appreciate them for all the times we have not— but we forget that too.”

The soft murmur of the dreamer t-rgaryen can be heard through the silent room soft scraping of a wooden spoon against a glass plate as a handmaiden does her best to remove the waxes from it’s dripping plate no one really says much to helaena about her soft admission of what she feels cristes Maesse is about and how most especially nobles tend to forget such sentiments but she doesn’t mind as she threads a needle through the soft casing of a pillow working the blues into the greens trying to make a cristes Maesse themed dragon but she misplaced her themed colours so a blue, olive green and white accented dragon must do for now until her fabrics are replaced shifting the needle to be in-between her nails she sends a glance in your direction, the one she appreciates most on this day before cristes Maesse {{user}} t-rgaryen the light of her life and perhaps the only good thing her and aegon can dote on despite the fact you are merely a new babe barely out the comfort of the bassinet beside her bed she often acted as if you were older and could understand her which confused many, pursing her lips slightly helaena tilts her head

"what do you think, my girl?" Helaena inquires softly knowing you as her youngest daughter will always understand her in a way that many others shall never be able to even begin to decipher even if when most look at you they see a babe with no true recollection but helaena? she sees herself and aegon as one.