#ned ⨳⬩ || calon greyjoy

[xfulminare]

with calon greyjoy @stcneheartd

the decision to leave three of his youngest behind in white harbor was one he was coming to regret, if only because as he searched through the maze of tents he was regretting not leaving his eldest boys there too. fatherhood had been an easy adjustment for him ( perhaps too easy at times ) but that did not stop him from muttering curses under his breath as he searched for his wayward sons. rounding a corner he finally saw them, warning glance aimed their way before he greeted the figure they'd found. "I should have known the hooligans would seek out their ringleader." the words are grumbled there's no true disgruntlement in them, only a poorly disguised fondness. he had ensured that his boys greeted the greyjoy as uncle, he couldn't hold any resentment for them seeking him out. "perhaps they'd heed your warnings about disappearing more than mine."

[xfulminare]

Huff of almost laughter leaves his lips at the other's faux offence. "how ever will you cope with their teeth and claws?" the question is answered almost as soon as he asks it, the man he considers his brother hauling one of the boys over his shoulder, bringing forth a fond shake of his head. "not on this occasion maybe - but it's not a habit you should get into, do you hear me, boys?" voice takes on a stern tone, one his sons had been exposed to somewhat frequently but still knew to heed. "plenty." there was a finality to his statement knowing just what trouble his sons could be capable of, more concerned for the damage they could do than the damage others could do to them. calon was right ( and his own wife had said something similar ) they were almost as well looked after here as in winterfell but it did not quell his endless sea of worries. "you forget the trouble they get in on the daily and adding riverbanks into it all? endless mud at their fingertips, cal."

❝ ringleader? ❞ while the statement is absolutely true, the greyjoy lacks any shame and pretends to be affronted by the words of the eldest of lord rickard's children, ❝ i am the one clearly under attack by a pack of wolves! ❞ the teasing comes as the wolves in question run about him, only stopping when the young kraken scoops one of them up to sling them over his shoulder. laughter fills the air as he approaches their lord father with the little starklings in tow. ❝ they went and found their uncle, didn't they? don't think that counts as disappearing— right, lads? ❞ he shoots a grin towards ned with that, setting the younger stark back on the ground to join his brother, ❝ they're in the home of your lady mother's family, brother. what trouble do you really think they can get up to here? ❞