( She's not wrong; the culture shock here has been minimal. The overall concept of changing worlds has been the strangest part. Even the magic isn't unheard of, though how common it is has been something to adapt to.

To the concept of training ravens, he can only shrug. Wasn't his job, he hasn't even the faintest notion of it. Hardly matters here, he thinks — at least, not for the Summoned. If all those annoying fuckers on the network taught him anything, it's that everyone can communicate over any distance, whether he bloody well wants them to or not. Maybe her devices aren't too dissimilar to that; it's probably the closest he can come to conceptualizing it, at least until someone shows him twenty-first century technology in the Horizon sometime. What a day that'll be for everyone involved.

A hand reaches out absently to rest on the pommel of her horse's saddle, something to hang onto as they descend the grade. )

In Westeros, there's seven. It's broken up by territory. Winterfell... that's the capital of the North, not the whole kingdom. Then there's the Mountain and the Vale, the Isles and Rivers, the Rock, the Reach, the Stormlands, and Dorne.

( Essos is an entirely different story, but who gives a shit about Essos? )