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[ladysnows]

META   + sara's relationship with duty and how that ties into cregan?

i'm the most asdfghjkl excited to gab about these two and more importantly how that fits into sara's own personal views of what true duty means. to do that i'll have to first unpack the importance of their relationship itself... cregan does go through a lot at a fairly young age he not only loses his brother but also becomes lord of winterfell fairly young and has to wrest that status from his own uncle. then lo and behold he gets married, loses his wife to child birth, and has to take care of not only winterfell but a newborn son. starks, more than most families, place a very deep value upon familial bonds - particularly the one between siblings. we also know that starks have a tendency to treat bastards better than most, what we hear of them is how much ( even in little accounts ) cregan truly loved his sister. when he believed jace could have sullied sara he flew into a rage and nearly killed him.

there is somewhat of an age gap between them but not necessarily a substantial one. that would factor in to him trusting her to take care of winterfell when he isn't there, his time is split between the wall and the care of his people back home, where his son also is. he needed someone he could trust to not only keep the north safe alongside him but rickon, his heir. he puts a lot of open trust in his sister and it never seems to factor in that she is a bastard.

sara is afforded the same respect and love by cregan he would give to anyone in his family. all the same choices as well.

so that's unpacked. them. because that is vital to duty. it is her privilege to serve for her brother. it's quite literally the beating heart of who sara is. and that duty exists because he's never treated her any less. in fact it's rarely spoken of that she is even a bastard except briefly.

the origin of duty for sara also begins with knowing her own family history. she believes the legends, she believes in the night's watch, and takes sending men to the wall as seriously as cregan or any other person. she also views the north as the most important part of westeros for what they sacrifice and the oaths they keep to the continued safety of the kingdom.

[blossomhcir]

NETHEERA "N.ETTLES" OF THE SUMMER ISLES

@dioica

[hrlaw]

❝ i saw you do that, you know. ❞ from @dioica !

the ocean was , as ocean is , wide and vast and beautiful. the seamist leaving a salty glow , sun-kissed skin shimmering in the sun. northern wood and eastern sails , the dragon rider he was aboard was much larger than his own raiding ship , harvest was much lighter and faster but somehow --- less majestic. the task of building and executing the feat of them had not come easily , the coin that the islands had to front before being paid by the crown as hefty. and the blonde harlaw wasn't about to simply allow the ship to be unattended until the fine was paid in full... so maybe he had taken a few liberties aboard while they waited. it wasn't as if the ships were uncaptained but the main landers weren't quite the same when it came to their ships. didn't have that special connection that should have come with them. so he figured , they wouldn't quite mind if the young harlaw claimed it as his own. figured he might as well lend a ship his luck.

the wood at the base of the wheel chipped away quite easily at the careful angle of his dagger. the scythe , as always , a very simple tool to etch despite the knight never having seen one in person his entire life... the fiddling had quite taken up the majority of his attention. easily whisked up in a task like some sort of hyperfixated mind-melted seagul. which would explain as his attention was swiftly swept away by a new current crashing into idling thought just as he's finishing the little design. the voice startles him , it's new and foreign and pointedly not ironborn. their accents were harsh and quite distinctive , but this one... didn't belong to one of them. he didn't know , so instead , figures he'll play it safe.

« m'lady , » the words come out slow , intentional , as if his words are struggling to keep up with his brain as he tries to explain the history of why this was tradition , or maybe that he had been instrumental in getting this ship made , or that he was supposed to be here.. guarding the ship... until payment was due... instead none of those come out , instead , a book seems to fall out of place in the back of the library that filled his head and the words spoken feel like they're lifted from a page he's never read. « what do you think you saw. » not guilty until proven so , or so his cousin says.

[azmenka]

dying a warriors death OR dying in the stead of a beloved family member?

make my muse choose . . .

THERE ARE BUT TWO FAMILY MEMBERS LEFT THAT HE LOVES . . .

Asha would wish a warrior’s death for herself and though it would leave him heartbroken, he couldn’t deny his beloved little sister the honor of one day telling her stories of heroism at the Drowned God’s table . Alannys , his equally beloved mother , knows nothing but suffering since losing her sons and , simultaneously , her mind ; wandering around Harlaw , calling for her children like a ghost in the night is barely a life and more often than not , Maron catches himself thinking that death may be a kindness for her . again , it is peace he wouldn’t wish to take from her .

so instead , he’d much rather die heroically on the battlefield ; making sure he’ll take as many enemies with him as he can before eventually passing over into the halls of his god .

[sacrificide]

*̲ @dioica : i have no fear, nor no one should.

a thoughtful hum is elicited at the girl's words, and his gaze rakes over her in something that one might almost mistake for admiration; her words seem to be truthful enough. he finds no hints of deception, no sign that her heart is truly gripped by fear despite the words at her lips. he wishes he could find it within himself to be as brave as her. what a silly thing to wish. he averts his gaze from her fully now, pivoting away from her so he might look out the balcony instead. the sun sits high in the sky, casting its golden glow across the city. he tips his head as if lost in thought, before he glances over his shoulder at her once more. ❛     you do not fear even death?     ❜

[boregrief]

@dioica said, ❝ green is the color of earth, of living things, of life. ❞

alicent had been proud of the emeralds and pines and sages she dons, once. they are the colors of her house, a distinct separation from the blacks and reds of house targaryen she was suffocated by in the early years of her marriage. but as of late, the queen dowager finds that she tires of it . . . even so far as to feel a tinge of dread she must swallow in the mornings, when she is dressed. green has become the color of war. bannermen carry a golden dragon on a green field when they ride to battle, while the very same sigil gleams on their helms or breastplates alongside hightower's own. vhagar, the great dragon of war herself, burns green underneath the sun when aemond flies upon her.

her attention settles on the girl curiously, pondering her words like a strange taste on her tongue. this netheera, a young woman from the summer isles who has claimed a dragon in her own right without a dash of valyrian blood -- a revelation that has changed everything, an improbability they could not let go unattended. and now a loyal squire of ser criston. she does not seem to let her mind be impeded by the borders many of their own people have fabricated ( this war is built upon age - old grudges ), and a part of alicent finds she respects that. envies it, even. ❝ it can be that, and many other things, ❞ she assents, gaze dropping to the intertwining of restless fingers for a beat. ❝ it is better associated with those things, i think. i have not seen living green often as of late. ❞

[sunfyredarchive]

make my muse choose | accepting

【 @dioica sent a raven】: flying upon dragon-back in the morning OR flying upon dragon-back at night ?

the dragon of the golden dawn is always a sight to behold, yet nothing brings out his radiance quite like what he's named after. the king's glory is meant to be ridden under bright sunlight, fly above those who would look upon in awe when it's possible for them to witness the near-religious spectacle.

[ladysnows]

@dioica said: 'why do you say things like that?'

❝     this  is  the  north  .  .  .     ❞     where  the  winters  were  harsh  and  unforgiving,  and  not  just  anyone  could  survive  without  aide.  winterfell  stood  as  a  monument  to  what  can  be  accomplished,  the  beating  heart  of  her  family,  separate  from  westeros  with  a  lord  that  sat  upon  a  dais  and  never  once  called  himself  king.  viserys  respected  that,  rhaenyra  would  honor  it,  but  the  usurper?  fragile  ―  ego  weary?  would  not.  their  ways  would  flounder,  die  with  a  gasp,  and  not  a  single  person  who  relied  upon  the  north's  fortitude  was  ready  for  that.     ❝     -  we  have  our  beliefs  and  legends  as  much  as  any  targaryen.  why  do  you  think  the  night's  watch  exists?     ❞     so  that  the  seat  of  ultimate  power,  the  beloved  iron  throne  a  war  was  being  fought  over,  could  stay  just  as  it  was.     ❝     our  dead  are  always  burnt  and  nobody  goes  beyond  the  fucking  wall.     ❞

[blossomhcir]

IN DEPTH HEADCANONS; ACCEPTING  @dioica asked  ❛ Which of their five senses are the strongest? For example, are they usually the first person to smell something rotten? Are they the first person to see something across the street? Etc. ❜

Sight is definitely her strongest sense! She has a keen eye for detail, especially in appraising quality. Noticing minute stitches in a garment or the slightest hint of rot in a fruit. She can pick up on small signs of quality or good craftsmanship.

She’s also fairly observant in people’s body language and emotional cues. Part of learning the social graces expected of a lady is to be able to note peoples reactions and act accordingly. While she sometimes struggles with the social interactions, being observant is something that comes naturally to her. She notices much more than people would give her credit for.

[halfyearsqueen]

@dioica liked for a one liner

“ when you look at your mount, what is it that you see ? “ the question is curious, sincere. eyes casting to the side, landing upon the girl — her hand clasping her other at the wrist, held secure beneath the folds of her maroon cloak, against her abdomen. what she had done, had not been seen since the days of old valyria. to claim a dragon through wit, and patience, to approach him at all, much less one who had never been ridden by a single other soul. spoke to courage. yet she has wondered what could have motivated her to attempt it.

[azmenka]

old iron or high valyrian?

make my muse choose . . .

SINCE THE EARLY DAYS OF HIS CHILDHOOD travels have brought him to Essos . rarely to raid, mind you, but to see the world as it’s supposed to be - less orderly, but more feral, more unhinged in nature ( or so Euron had called it anyways ). most of those journeys have led to the Slaver Cities and there, Maron has picked up on Bastardized Valyrian in various dialects. so while he understands and - to a point - speaks what is left of High Valyrian ( hint: not much is left ) in the world, he somewhat dislikes it. it’s the language of their oppressors after all. the language of Aegon the Conqueror, who had thought it fair to subjugate a proud people with the cowardly help of dragonfire.

Maron thus will always prefer Old Iron. the language of his people and, more importantly, a language that nobody who isn’t Ironborn would know, because it has never been shared with outsiders. not only does it seem to intimidate those he wants to intimidate, it is also very useful while talking shit about people that are currently in the same room as him . . .

[sentys]

🕯️ !

MY CHARACTER'S INNER THOUGHTS ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER | ACCEPTING!

' Uncouth . Dragons will take anyone , I suppose . Aegon might find her amusing . Then again , she managed to survive on Dragonstone for so long . Even a meddlesome girl would bear merit of some kind ... or at some point . One less dragon for the Blacks to claim , even while the conflict stretches overlong . So long as uncle Gwayne and Cole are keeping her busy , there should be less of her for me to deal with . ' | @dioica

[sunfyredarchive]

the wheel of time 1x1 | accepting

【 @dioica sent a raven】: ' i lost count, but it was more than enough. '

she would be a useful asset if half the stories he had heard tonight were true. eager to hear more he had indulged her— asking question after question about the young girl's prowess, trying to determine whether she would be inclined to spill blood in his name or simply sought protection against the common foe.

it appeared the former was more likely.

"then you are no stranger to fights, for there will be many more in the future, unfortunately for those who dare oppose me. and with ser criston vouching for you i see no reason to mistrust you !" aegon declared joyously, then refilled her cup as well as his own.

the jovial smile, however, turned ice cold when the king looked up at her through pale lashes, mood shifting in an instant.

"do not ever make me regret it."

[ghost-shepherdess]

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[blossomhcir]

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