“Mhysa!” they called. “Mhysa! MHYSA!” They were all smiling at her, reaching for her, kneeling before her. “Maela,” some called her while others cried “Aelalla” or “Qathei” or “Tato,” but whatever the tongue it all meant the same thing. Mother. They are calling me Mother.
the seven ones that were too brave, too young.
what if in season 9 they go to the store and decide to pick up a coke and on the bottle it says ‘share a coke with adam’ and then they finally fucking remember and raise the son of a bitch of perdition