"Stay here."
With that, Danyla urged her unicorn after the herd of deer, soon disappearing into the Deep Forest as well. The herd did not stop until they reached the foot of a cliff deep within the Kingswood.
An enormous, ancient weirwood clung to the cliff, its sprawling branches covering almost the entire rock face. Silver vines wound around the tree.
Silvery-white flowers covered the vines, along with several crystalline berries. Their skins were as clear as ice crystals, with golden patterns shaped like antlered crowns flowing across their surfaces.
"Your Majesty, those are silver crown fruits!"
Danyla had not expected the elderly Child of the Forest to be so fleet-footed. He had actually kept up with them.
"Silver crown fruit can only grow on weirwoods clinging to cliffs rich in the power of the earth. And they only appear alongside white stags when Westeros has enjoyed a long period of peace and prosperity."
"We Children of the Forest can eat them to awaken our greensight. Humans who consume them also have a very good chance of awakening the warg talent in their blood."
"The Citadel's Study of Lost Plants mentions a 'prophet's fruit.' It sounds very similar to this silver crown fruit."
Danyla had indeed come across such records while organizing the Citadel's books.
"During the Age of Heroes, Humans priests who swallowed prophet's fruit could gain the ability to briefly foresee the future. But the price was a splitting headache, and some even went mad."
At this point, Danyla could not help turning toward the Greenseer beside her. The immense pressure radiating from her made his small, aged body tremble.
Danyla's bloodline had long since transcended the bounds of wargs and dreamwalkers, so however wondrous the silver crown fruit might be, it held little appeal for her.
She