We keep all the gods in Braavos. I hummed the songs of the Moonsingers on the marble steps in front of the fountain. Each year, when the Father of Waters takes a new bride, I'd watch his temple built anew. On cold mornings, I'd warm myself in the heat of the great fire of the Lord of Light. I was born in Westeros, though I've lived in Braavos all my life, so I'd visit the Sept-Beyond-the-Sea and light candles at the feet of the statues.
[ ( in her dreams, she runs on four paws and the wind whispering through blood-red leaves and bone-white branches calls her by name, calls her back. ) ]
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[ ( in her dreams, she runs on four paws and the wind whispering through blood-red leaves and bone-white branches calls her by name, calls her back. ) ]