[she's leaning forward, intent. she likes the way these targaryens sound. they'd have hair like heine, she thought, and eyes like naoto. it seemed like a nice combination.
brave and noble. those were good words, ones she liked hearing. she imagined aemon being tall and having a kind face, one creased with lines from smiling. it wasn't a frightening face, one she wouldn't have been scared of at all. she tilts her head slightly--his own sister?--but looks just as engaged as when he'd started. she didn't have any siblings, didn't have any ideas about their relationships. she's simply eager to hear more about this aemon and naerys.]
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brave and noble. those were good words, ones she liked hearing. she imagined aemon being tall and having a kind face, one creased with lines from smiling. it wasn't a frightening face, one she wouldn't have been scared of at all. she tilts her head slightly--his own sister?--but looks just as engaged as when he'd started. she didn't have any siblings, didn't have any ideas about their relationships. she's simply eager to hear more about this aemon and naerys.]