#❛ ･ﾟ✧ ( ryon blackmont › ɴ ʙ )

[ofclairvoyance]

𝑅𝑦𝑜𝑛 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡.

There was an unease Noor felt in the Vale that had her mostly secluded to the confines of the guest rooms she’d been provided as a member of the House Blackmont company. Perhaps it was the fear of the unknown and unexplored that prompted her reservations, it was a state of mind she likely wouldn’t ever be able to abandon growing up the way that she had. It was only after years that she had grown accustomed to the people and places within Blackmont, and other places within Dorne. Furthermore with the Eyrie hosting so many guests from across the continent she felt a bit overwhelmed, being a receptacle of others emotions and gets glimpses at the fate of other. After all this time she’d learned how to fully open herself to her abilities, thought had yet to master how to pick and choose when to employ them. A reminder of just how much there was to learn, she wondered if it would ever even be possible without the tutelage from her own people. 

Noor had also decidedly been avoiding Lord Blackmont since the alliance dinner. She was uncertain if he might be upset with her, and she concluded if he needed her he’d call upon her. her plans for that evening were to devote herself to reading some of the books she’d burrowed from the maester, stories of greenseers and the children of the forest. Freshly bathed she’d retired in a threadbare cotton tunic soft and well worn and flowing pants of the same, sitting on the ground beside the fire to ward off the evening chill of the mountains. Falling asleep just there, awoken only by the thuds of the knockers against her door. It took her a moment to rouse from her dreams though in a half waking state she managed to reached the door opening it a crack to peer out into the hall only seeing a wall of black fabric at first than finally Ryon’s face. She stepped back from the door in a start. “My lord, I wasn’t expecting— why did not you not send for me?” Though it occurred to her than that perhaps she’d not woken at the sound of any earlier arrivals.

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[ofclairvoyance]

TRUTH SERUM: What is your least and favorite thing about Ryon?

If not for the compulsion, Noor would likely never answer such a question. For it simply was not her place to freely speak of such things. Yet, "What I like the most about Lord Blackmont is...that he is a just man, and stubbornly so, he never backs down from his convictions, I find that admirable. And what I would say I like the least is his temper, when it flares he ceases to see all reason, losing sight of how his words might cut down the other."

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