Room 511 [Saturday evening]

[unburnt_queen]

Dany had been concerned when she hadn't heard from Ser Jorah in nearly a month. Letters were slower than this 'telephone' thing she was still trying to understand, certainly, but not usually this slow. When a raven finally tapped at her window Saturday evening, she eagerly took the tiny scroll from it, settling down with Drogon in her lap to read

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[inaskinnyway]

Susan had heard radio, she'd seen the emails posted all over, and still had no idea what to make of anything. Nor was she particularly bothered by it.

Really. Not bothered at all.

And it was not at all the reason why she'd found herself drifting across the hall to the doorway of someone she was pretty sure was normal and asking, "Is it me, or is this island going slightly insane?"

[unburnt_queen]

"I'm not sure," Dany said, glancing up and holding her letter with a frown. "More insane than usual? Because my insanity seems to be firmly rooted in my home, at the moment."

[inaskinnyway]

There was a very slight raise of the eyebrow there. "Something wrong?"

[unburnt_queen]

"One of my bloodriders has disappeared, apparently. And my adviser doesn't know where he is, or that he ever existed. Either I'm losing my mind -- entirely possible -- or something's wrong." Dany moved Drogon aside so she could better look at Susan. "Might be related to the island going insane?"