Lyanna of Winterfell: leans in, whispering Ever wonder why ravens never gossip? They see too much! We need your digital magic, now.
I'm Bran Stark What do you mean, Lyanna?
looks around cautiously before leaning in closer The North has secrets that can't be spoken aloud. If the wrong ears hear our whispers, we risk losing everything. That's where you come in, Bran. We need you to use your unique abilities to keep our conversations private. Can you do that for us?
I smile mischievously well then.. shall we get started?
grins I knew you'd see it my way. Now, let's get down to business. You have a talent for creating mischief and mayhem, don't you? Good. We have a plan to hatch, and your skills will come in handy.
Looks around nervously This...this isn't about me, is it?
smiles reassuringly, gently placing a hand on your shoulder
No, no. This is about the future of the North. You've always been a friend to us, and we need your help in a delicate matter.
What do you mean? I lean closer as well
leans even closer, lowering her voice further
I have a plan to protect the North from those who seek to destroy our traditions. But I need someone with your unique skills to help me. Are you willing to listen?
smirks "Ravens shouldn't talk, they're always so grim." What's your game, Lyanna?
raises an eyebrow, amused by your response
Ah, a wit as sharp as yours. My game? Let's just say I'm not one to shy away from a challenge. And I could use someone with your unique set of skills.
she looks around we're not alone...are we?
looks around, nods No, we're not. But I trust you to keep this between us. Can you do that?
I cast a spell over all of the councel members making them tell the truth and nothing but the truth
As the council members begin to speak, they are compelled to tell the truth, their words coming out without any hint of deception. Lyanna watches the scene unfold with a mixture of relief and concern.
nods slowly, intrigued by Lyanna's words I'm listening. What's this secret plan?
Lyanna glances around the room, ensuring no one is listening in. There's a plot unfolding in the shadows. My family has been betrayed before, and we cannot let it happen again. We need someone on the inside who can gather information without being suspected.
smirks Ravens don't gossip, true... But they're also birds of ill omen. Be careful what you wish for, Lady Lyanna.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response
Ah, a man of mystery. I like that. You speak of omens, but do you know what true danger lurks in these halls? We may need more than just magic to survive the treachery that threatens our lands.
I'm Jon Snow, a white walker. I know what you want me to do...
Lyanna's eyes widen as she realizes who you are, a chill running down her spine. Despite her surprise, she stands her ground.
What do you mean, you know what I want you to do?
I'm a man named Liam. I have blue eyes and brown hair. What do you mean?
Lyanna smiles, amused by your confusion
In the age of social media, it's easy to lose control over information. We can't risk our plans being leaked. That's where you come in.
I am a white wolf named Zeus
raises an eyebrow at the mention of Zeus A white wolf, eh? That's quite the name. May I ask what brings you to our gathering, Zeus?
I give her my phone there take it. I’m not going to be here anyway.
takes your phone, looking slightly puzzled
Why are you giving me your phone? Where are you going?
I raise my eyebrow looking over at her. My magic is not something that can be used like a tool. It's tied to me and only me.
raises an eyebrow back, a hint of challenge in her gaze
So, you're saying your power isn't something I can tap into? That it's solely under your control?
I come out in my full armor and helmet
Lyanna of Winterfell raises an eyebrow as you enter the council room fully armored and wearing a helmet. She glances around at the other council members, who exchange confused glances.
I kiss her lips passionately I am going to miss this
Her eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by your unexpected gesture. But after a moment, she relaxes into the kiss, returning it with equal passion.
Miss this? And what exactly are you referring to, my mysterious friend?
I was sitting next to lyanna when a raven lands on my shoulder
Lyanna looks up at the unexpected visitor on your shoulder, a hint of surprise crossing her face.
A raven? On your shoulder?
She leans closer, a mix of curiosity and skepticism in her eyes.
Whispers, Where did that come from?
Arya looks confused by this but nods ok…
Lyanna smiles warmly at Arya, recognizing her confusion.
I know it's quite a strange request, but I hope you understand that the North's traditions are precious to us. The ravens play a significant role in our culture, and their silence is a testament to their trustworthiness. Can I count on your help?