#olynna blackwood — all

[noblesouls]

a study.

BASICS.

full name : olynna blackwood name meaning : helpful, researcher, comfortable nicknames : oly, nana. epithets : the beauteous raven titles : lady of raventree hall gender / pronouns : cis woman / she/her sexuality : heterosexual date of birth : on the thirteen day of the first month age : seven and twenty years zodiac : capricorn place of birth : raventree hall, the riverlands, westeros accent : northern westerosi languages : common tongue, old tongue, high and low valyrian allegiance : house blackwood religion : the old gods

APPEARANCE.

faceclaim : synnove karlsen height : 5′5″ eye color : blue/grey hair color : brunette with copper undertones dominant hand : ambidextrous

MEDICAL.

mental : n/a physical : n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits : eloquent & resourceful negative traits : opinionated & judgemental hobbies : reading, needlework, medicine, horse back riding

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents : ruling lord lonan blackwood & late ruling lady ilianna blackwood siblings : lord alton blackwood, lord samwell blackwood, lady alyce blackwood, lady melissa blackwood, lady ilianna blackwood extended family : tba spouse : n/a children : n/a pets : birdsong ( raven ), onyx ( friesian stallion)

FAMILY DYNAMICS.

house blackwood is an ancient one and as so they were expected to carry duty over anything else. it was why even though lord lonan had fallen for different woman and fathered a bastard he still married the woman chosen for him by his father. sealing his fate and that of lady ilianna for a miserable marriage. the new lady blackwood vent backwards in hopes to gain the favor of her husband, and when she gave him a son she almost thought she had him, only to learn his mistress had also given him a daughter not long after. but she did not give up, her children watched her break for a man that paid her no mind, and eventually she lost her life in the false hope of giving him another son. not long after mourning period and with no one else to deny him he married his mistress and legalized his bastards. now the power balance tips back and forth with the ruling lady fighting for her bastard born son to become lord heir, while the children of the first wife refuse to back down.

BIO.

olynna had been her mothers treasure, a soft chubby babe that cried rarely and laughed often. the second gem of raventree hall, gentle demeanor and rosie cheeks, her birth had been an ease, as if predicting the calming nature that would run through her veins. as she grew up it was clear olynna would be everything a lady was expected to be, soft spoken, witty, gentle, but the demeanor of any raven ran deep in her and she was also strong willed and opinionated. and while she had a tendency to please and listen to the careful path suggested for her, there were instances were her strong personality came to shine.

her role was clear, even though she was her parents beloved, she would marry to strengthen the alliances when the time came. but that wasn’t enough for her, learning needle point, how to rule a house, she demanded to learn politics and strategies, she took her lessons and asked for more, the more knowledge was poured into her the more she craved

her life came to a sudden halt when her mother became pregnant once over, the pregnancy had her sick and bed ridden, and not long after the babe had been born lady ilianna was not longer with them leaving olynna with the weight of a promise to always look out for her siblings. at the tender age of thirteen she took it to heart, leaving everything that wasn't their care to become second in her list

but the little piece they manage to find came crushing when his father did what olynna had been most afraid, decided to marry his mistress, which she knew would only be the beginning of the darkness that would surround their lives. the children of the first ruling lady of the house welcomed the new comers with resistance, specially olynna, whom would accept no other than her mother as ruling lady and so raventree hill became a war camp

oly against all odds grew older she grew into herself; smarter and beautiful, she began creating her own alliances, her own networks. a woman that supported her family, her siblings, her friends, loyal to a fault.

olynna has seen what love has done to her father, and it terrifies she could be the same way, love is something she deprives herself of and has pledged against it. if she could remain unmarried and dedicated to her healing, her main goal is simply secure her brothers seat.

CONNECTIONS.

childhood friends; perhaps someone who knew her when she was a wild little thing swimming in the rivers of the riverlands and running through the field, stealing her fathers horse early in the mornings.

a pen pal; perhaps someone she only came across once before in the years but they shared letters constantly through the distance and time

a betrothal; set perhaps by their parents by pure political strategy, or they could be a lord in search of their own ambitions. could be nothing more than this

[cordoleo]

w. olynna blackwood, day five of the westerlands celebration, @ephiiphanies

the girl shares a hand with each of her companions as they stand in a line that seems to hardly move; lynara thinks she may just be more impatient than illiana, and, the thought of that alone, is enough to make her dig nails into her free hand and stop glancing at the people ahead of her. "they say this mistress of fortune is very renowned around the westerlands. her mother was a wood witch from around the riverlands, it seems." all talk, as far as anyone can tell, but lynara can not — superstition was found only in the gods and the woods, not in people claiming to hold ways of the future. yet, she was given to fanciful curiosity now and then and, if that is offered so keenly, why would they not try it? "what shall you ask her?"

[noblesouls]

special raven for prince jaehaerys targaryen; balcony of dragonstone — @drxcxrxss

Molten silver eyes alike the moon reflected in a river in a clear night are glued to the horizon, as if the main land would peak through at any given moment if she simply kept staring into the horizon. it was not her first time on an island however the feeling of being caged was the same as it had always been, unable to simply run away if she so pleased, not that she would ever. no she was far to loyal to her own kin to ever even attempt it, but having the option felt liberating. head tilts, almond eyes focus harder as if the angle would make a difference.

with a huff olynna finally turns away before she strains her eyes, which she is certain to do if she continues to attempt what was not possible. defeated she makes her mind to leave the balcony, only to come face to face with another, almost bumping into their frame but stopping herself just in time. faltering step back she is quick to lower her head in sign of respect for the other. "pardom me your grace, i was lost in my own thoughts, i did not hear you approaching in this direction." she is quick to apologize, a polite smile on her face. out of all the targaryens the youngest had always been a more distant entity to her, which something she had come to prefer. "the view here is quite mesmerizing," olynna shares not wishing for silence to overtake them.

[noblesouls]

special raven for prince daemon targaryen; the library of dragonstone — @daevile

Upon arrival olynna had done what she did best, she had noted all places of importance to her in the keep. the healing wing, her chambers in turn, and last but never least the library of the keep where she would undoubtedly hide more often than not. with a easy quickness she had paid her respects, done her diligence of socializing to then quietly retrieve. the constant eye contact with the princeling had been her queue, his unwanted attention would soon follow had she remained in the same room. swatting him like fly was more trouble than simply disappearing from his sight.

her fingers had caresses many spines before she had found a book to later find a bay window in the depths of it to sit on. the silence had become a dear friend of hers as time seemed to ticked faster when she indulged in the pages of knowledge. the steps reach her ears first, thinking the stranger would turn away upon noticing her the maiden of the rivers did not bother looking up. it is however the lingering stare too familiar to deny that has her sighing heavily. "is there no corner of the world where you shall not find me, princeling?" she asks finally lifting her gaze to him with amusing annoyance.

[noblesouls]

special raven for lord veron greyjoy; the shores of dragonstone — @bledsea

The salty water of the sea were not the currents of sweet water she had grown accustomed to, they were far more temperamental and the strong smell and taste of salt was something to get used to every time she did come face to face with a shore. however any body of water was good for the riverland girl who had siren tendencies near waters. the breeze tosses her waves in the air, she closes her eyes enjoying it, the silence and companionship of an old friend is a peaceful thing she does not often enjoy. the seconds pass by before the silver of her eyes can be seen once more, she turns to him, her old friend, a hand she would reach for if she ever needed it for she was certain just like the sea he would not falter.

"i find it odd, don't you?" she finally breaks the silence, a gentle hand brushes against his arm as a queue to resume their walk. "the differences of mourning a loved one are quite different across the land, but a celebration seems, well, suspicious." olynna was no fool, she might not be in the eye of politics but in the good faith of helping her brother she kept herself well informed. the rebellion howled in the deeps of their different courts. she sighs with resignation, "i feel caged here, with nowhere to run." as if she ever would, loyal to a fault.

[noblesouls]

special raven for lady gysella baratheon; outside dragonstone — @stormsfell

The travels to dragon stone had been more or less against her will, she had never been a fan of the royal court and its pleasantries, the serpents that laid right under behind beautiful jeweled faces. although not everything was a negative, the travels there had been amazing sights, the sailing to the island had been peaceful enough. although she could not wait to return to the riverlands and be once more tucked away in peace. then there was the ones she did not got to see often, the ones who shared ravens, letters and packages. friends who were separated from her heart by distance. like the lady that currently strolled by her side. "seeing you is one of the few perks of this festivity," the latter word was said with slight sarcasm. "how were your travels?"

[noblesouls]

lady olynna of raventree hall? she's her mothers daughter; ethereal, almost ghostly with the witchering of astonishing eyes. but she'd inherited her father black anger, it burned through her sometimes like wild fire. fried and devastating and utterly unstoppable. a girl who is both death and the maiden.

[cordoleo]

hear ye hear ye — the riverlands welcomes lady lynara stark of winterfell. king matthos baratheon is glad that the twenty - nine year old appears to be nurturing and he shall overlook that it’s said they are also jejune, as long as they are glad to celebrate peace in the seven kingdoms. fortunately for them, matthos remains oblivious that they aren’t happy with his reign.

i. background.

full name: lynara stark.

commonly goes by: nara.

epitaph: the northern dove.

official title: lady of winterfell.

age: twenty nine.

birth date: twelfth day of the third moon of the year 270 a.c.

gender + pronouns: cis woman + she/her.

orientation: bisexual.

allegiance: house stark, the north, peace.

spoken language: common tongue.

religion: the old gods.

ii. appearance.

faceclaim: havana rose liu.

eye color: gray.

hair color: light shade of brown, a bit ruddy under the sunlight. her hair is very long, reaching below her hips, and wavy; she has to custom of wearing it plaited in the north, but has decided to wear it loose, sprinkled with a few braids here and there, during her stay in the south.

remarkable markings: light dust of freckles over her cheeks and nose, blushes and smiles easily.

dominant hand: right.

height: 5'4"

build: lithe and graceful.

iii. personality.

virtues: x

vices: x

weapon of choice: crying.

moral alignment: neutral good.

inspired by: sansa stark (!!!), isabel madrigal, primrose everdeen, susan pevensie, padme amidala, maria santa ( renascer ), mary queen of scots & mary tudor queen of france.

common tropes: break the cutie, tba.

iv. relationships.

parents: rickard stark & utp tully.

siblings: ned and godric ( older ), utp and arsa ( younger ).

relationship status: betrothed to sebastion baratheon c. 274 a.c.

children: none.

pets: several. a white mare called agnes; a splash white stallion called snowbell; more tba.

direwolf: a one year old female with yellow-red colored fur and green eyes named autumn; she’s generally docile, but is very astute and allegedly growls when she hears lies.

other relations: ayisa tully ( cousin ), barbrey ryswell and olynna blackwood ( companions and best friends ).

previous relations: n/a.

v. biography.

trigger warning : pregnancy, arranged marriage ( underage ), anxiety.

as the eldest born daughter to the starks, lynara has taken on the mantle of the eldest sister as if something necessary to her core. one of her earliest memories is following along her mother as the lady tully-stark waddled around the keep, heavy with child, claiming that a little sibling would soon come — that would become poignant for lynara, who would fall to the follower position rather well. good at following and copying, she soon became both her mother’s, their septa’s and the old nan’s little shadow, mimicking their behaviors and words, making herself out to be the one vigilant and caring for her younger siblings, both as the nurturer and the reprimander.

at the age of four, she was betrothed to king matthos’ eldest son. as a four year old, she did not quite understand the intricacy of the arrangement, though she would soon understand the expectation that came with it. she was not only supposed to copy her mother, be a good elder sister, but she was to be a proficient lady of the house for the day she would become a princess — then queen. the weight of that has been domineering on her personality and on her actions: she must be graceful, she must be dutiful, she must be proper and polite; anything short of perfection in her opinion is something she nearly abhors, and fixes to correct as soon as she can.

as luck would have it, lynara is, in some ways, rather fitted to the position she was to one day take. “a lady at three”, is something her mother may have said, for the girl was ever keen on pleasing and charming anyone who came across her. and indeed, that continued throughout her adulthood. tender-hearted and soft-spoken, she has all the makings, humors and leanings of a lady of southern disposition: she enjoys dancing, singing, playing the harp, needlework, poetry and tales of romance. above all, she loves beautiful things, and is invested in making them herself — besides being a good singer, she has become very good at drawings, sketching things and people of her daily life and dreams as well as pieces of clothing, which she enjoys sewing into reality.

yet, despite the weight of the position she is one day to take, lynara is still callow to the world. the north may be considered harsh by southerners, but the starks have raised their children sheltered from a world of poison, falsehood and intricate schemes. as such, she still sees and focuses on all of the beauty of the world — and so dreads to see the opposite, being led to tears easily at dark thoughts or stories. though she has tried to prepare for the certain likelihood of leaving her home and she is not dull-witted not to realize stakes when presented to her, she cares not for politics, and tends to see them with more sensibility than sense. her reason for having grown a distaste for matthos comes not from how much of a negligent king he has become, but for his bad treatment over those she knows, particularly her father, whom she knows to be unhappy on the south (and, well, her own unwanted enlacement to the king’s son).

[xfulminare]

seeing the lady's ease with her horse the stark thinks she might have more of a chance in the race than she is giving herself credit for. after all, there was no substitute for a close bond. "you are wise to temper your expectations but I think you should champion yourself more or I shall have to do it for you. and that might prove difficult as we race." brief chuckle left his lips at the image of himself yelling olynna on during the race and despite the fact that she would always have his support, it is not one he seeks to make reality. instead he hopes his faith in her will encourage more of her own. expression grew sombre at the mention of the late lady blackwood, knowing the pain of lost family but grateful he could still claim both his parents. "a lovely gift indeed. I am sure you will do her legacy proud."

Olynna leans into the black horse with familiarity, the stallion leaning its head on her shoulder, the bond between the two was undeniable. for a long time she had considered him her only friend, onyx had been a listening ear even if he could not talk back to her. "i enjoy ridding too much to see it as a competition, besides it will help my ego and pride once it is over and i place at a lower place." she chuckles playfully, lowering her expectations would soften the blow, then again she was doing it for fun, if she truly was not as good as she always thought to be then at least she experienced it. "oh, all this production?" she giggles nervously, touching the hair do nervously. "my aunt become overly exited, it was a lovely gesture. my mother was a rider too, she says this was her favor style when competing."

[cordoleo]

this is no new conversation between them — as keen as lynara was to praise, they were to talk and sharings like this, and, by now, lynara understood what olynna liked better, even if she could not say she was of similar inkling for, as much as she enjoyed to care for others, she could not bear to make such treatments her reason to live. "it suits you, you know so," the stark encourages, smile warm. "i shall hope it will remain as such. i do not mind tending to bruises and the such, but one can hope it shall be a peaceful event." by the trembling of her lips, it should be clear that she is hesitant to believe that herself; word has it the king enjoys bellicose sports most of all as a replacement for his glory days on the battlefield, and knowing at least a couple of the competitors on the lists, she knows that they would not fail upon the challenge. "speaking of, we should probably prepare something for the easier healing of the bruises. i have enough scars to trace on bed as it is." not upon her own skin, but that may be known only for the lady next to her. "have you gotten the permission to do as you need to?"

"rodric will do both, i believe, and sebastion shall only ride for the jousting." information is given almost detached of sentiment, a cry away from the excitement usually felt about matters of chivalry. "wouldn't an injury in the melee make the jousting unlikely?" she knows the lord goodbrother to do both too, though their surroundings are not agreeable enough for her to surrender yet this detail. curiosity remains even as she straightens ahead, holding up the apron and only letting it go once it has been tied; a hand finds the forearm of the riverwoman, squeezing affectionately as an appreciation for the gesture and the affection readily offered. attention is turned fully as she turns around to face the riverwoman once more, concern peeking through a small frown that lynara smooths over as olynna speaks of her siblings. the blackwood remained much of word of mouth, much like all southerners were to her, over the years even with olynna under her roof and her father's few tales about the lord blackwood, but meeting the family had given the worrisome situation a new layer. "we can try to root for the both of them, if it would allow for some tranquility, yes? it may make the time you spend with them a bit better? even if it shall not be a long one. only two or three more days left." that if olynna didn't decide to stay, but that is hardly something lynara can even begin to consider happening.

Olynna's gaze is soft as she glances at her friend, as if she could see the passing of their time together in flashes in the light color of her eyes. "were you not the one who made me believe i am mighty? small, but my strength is unmatched to my size." her tone is firm but there is small amusement in it. "i suppose it has more to do with it being my calling, growing up i always though becoming a lady, being a wife, and then fading into such a peaceful quiet existence was not for me. this however," she gestures around her, "this almost makes me whole." almost, for there was that small part of her that seemed empty and she could not find what was missing. "quiet, not as eventful as i expect it to be today. but i had a good time speaking with the maesters," which was code for driving them mad with questions.

"if i was much for betting i would've too, i must admit with guilt, but fortunately i do not enjoy such things." she gives her a wink, although she had been tempted, she had put it off until it had been too late to do so. "will he be participating in that too? i feel most lords have opted for both, although some of them i find doubtful they will make it to the joust, then again i think men do not think ahead in such manners." she shurgs.

olynna does not answer but she walks behind her and takes the ties to adjust it to the frame of her dear friend, giving her a quick hug from behind without much explanation. the raven girl knew the wolf maiden would know it was simply out of love. "well my older brother always had an inclination to be a warrior, i always knew he would grow up to be strong and skillful." she began. "as for my eldest half brother, well i don't think i ever truly frequent theme enough to know if he had the same inclination." she admitted with a slight shame. the animosity between olynna and her stepmother had drawn a clear line between the two sets of siblings. "i can only hope," she says almost absent mindedly, thinking of the possible outcomes.

[xfulminare]

"would it suit you better if I told you it had far more to do with my own lack of wisdom than confidence in yours?" chuckle flows freely and easily from him, never taking himself seriously enough to leave room for vanity. he knew where his skills lay and he would not rank intellect amongst his better qualities. "if I were the wisest of the pair of us, we'd be doomed." grin flashed her way. "well, olynna of house blackwood the pleasure is all mine - merrick of house goodbrother." her words might have been mimicked but there was only playfulness in his tone and no malice. he might have held no real fondness for mainlanders but being cruel to a lady during a treasure hunt would accomplish nothing. "let's, I've always wanted to see inside the lion's den."

The idea of an activity where one needed to use their minds rather than their physical strength was something she could be exited about, it allowed her to participate. using her mind was more her style after all. "you flatter me, and i must ask you wait until we know if i am successful in getting us the prices." she jests, a childish smile spreading on her lips, one that falters as she realizes the excitement had blinded her from her manners. "my apologies, my lord, it seems i got carried away. i'm olynna of house blackwood, a pleasure." the raven girl gives a bow of her head as a sign of both respect and well instructed manners. "shall we?" she gestures towards the exit of the hall before she begins to guide their way, although she knew the rock very little.

[noblesouls]

The raven maiden smiles, this time brighter and more naturally, the kind that reached her eyes. "yes, the skies are far more entertaining from time to time." at least when she allowed herself to think of impossible scenarios of distant futures where she had no worries and she could focus on healing and simply existing in a quiet manner. "although it turns me into a a small liability from time to time." she muses, although it wasn't entirily a joke, being distracted and lost in thought was often one of her greatest faults. "you honor me, your grace, i shall repay the favor." she is quick to respond, "nonsense, i think you're my kind of company, comfortable silences and good views." and as much as she could be a chatter box, sometimes she too simply enjoyed the company in silence.

The Prince understood that feeling too well. His mind was also often wandering, lost in thought and fantasy worlds that he would make up on his mind. "The skies are better than the ground anyways, so I do not judge you for it, my lady." He assured her with a smile. Wasn't that the truth? They all had nothing but time while here, filling their hours with conversation and walks through the keep. The beaches were also a nice place to go if one got tired of looking at the same four walls. Jaehaerys made a mental not of going there later, maybe even take a swim in the sea, he could use the distraction. He didn't get to enjoy the sea in King's Landing, not as much as he did here, all he got was the view from the Red Keep over Blackwater Bay. Jaeherys did not expect her to invite him to go along with her, but he nodded his head. Jaehaerys was familiar with the keep and he would be able to show her around with ease, without risking getting lost in the dark corridors of Dragonstone. "Of course, I have plenty of time to spare." He paused, letting out a chuckle. "I'm certain you are. I'm not so sure that I am."

[noblesouls]

Olynna knows there would be no reading with the prince there, defeated she closes the book setting it upon her lap, long fingers resting atop it, the pure painting of a refined lady. a lady with a sharp tongue, or at least that's what her father's wife liked to called her. "cannot say there's been any other prince that has honored me with the opportunity, no." a mischievous smirk appears just as quickly as it goes away.

"they were quite joyful, as joyful as being in a boat with your family can be, that is of course." the constant complaining of her father's wife, the constant bragging of her father of what this travels could mean to the family, the tensions between brothers, the nagging of her younger sister and the sea sickness of youngest one of the family. a total feast of amusement. sharp molten silver eyes sharpen as her features soften, there was a certain something in the prince that often made her wittier and more daring, perhaps it was the thrill of how far she could get with a man who enjoyed being denied for what perhaps was the very first time. "you do not mean that your grace," she muses, discarding book aside as she stands as her skirts ruffle against her legs with closer steps. "if i was to ask you to scortt me, right now, all the way back to the riverlands, would you?" she allows the question to hang over them, but a smiles comes along a soft laughter. "i tease, i could not allow you to waste your time like so, but the thought honors me." she turns, gaze back outside the window.

in   theory        :           it   was   much   wiser   to   cast   his   attention   elsewhere,        beckoning   gazes   begging   for   even   a   passing   moment   of   his   affections   to   be   laid   upon   them        …        whether   he   will   follow   comfortable   ease   rather   than   earned   victories,       however,        was   another   tale   entirely.        the   prince   had   never   allowed   himself   to   cast   his   gaze   so   fervently,        rather        —        aimed   towards   a   fair   few   who   had   caught   upon   a   gleamed   amethyst.        he   had   seen   many,       but   to   hook   upon   his   consciousness,        and   settle   into   it   as   a   keen   intrigue,        was   a   feat   only   a   handful   had   managed.        “        is   there   no   any   other   prince   of   whom   you   have   graced   with   such   special   candour,        my   lady        ?        ”        the   answer   was   the   same        :           heir   as   he   is,        there   was   no   land   he   wouldn't   thread   past,        if   there   was   a   goal   set   on   the   forefront   of   his   ambitions.        a   losing   man,       he   was   not        —       even   if   he   had   carried   himself   to   be   a   betting   one. “        how   have   your   travels   fared   you        ?        quite   the   journey   you've   made   from   the   riverlands,        ”        while   not   as   far   as   the   snowed   north   nearing   upon   the   edge   of   the   world,        the   watered   expanse   of   house   blackwood   was   no   mere   jump   across   a   shallowed   lake.        “        i   would   have   offered   to   escort   you   myself,       and   yet        …        you   have   not   granted   me   such   pleasantries,       ”        the   distance   between   them   respectable        —        having   been   raised   to   bear   a   crown,        does   not   meant   he   were   to   take   whatever,       nor   whoever   was   within   his   grasp.        his   mother   and   father   had   raised   him   a   gentleman,       above   all   else.        “        upon   your   next   visit,       then        ?        ”

[noblesouls]

The river siren own thoughts make her wince slightly, she would not be herself if she did not share them, even if it felt odd to say the words that come tumbling from her mouth, it was what she thought and in company of the lord of the oceans she felt safe to share. "as we would all, protect our own that is. i would do anything for my siblings, and you. in that sense i suppose i can understand." gentle fingers are placed on his arm for a lingering moment, a squeeze of support before they return to being clasped behind her. "the cunningness, however, i could do without." she was yet to truly tip on one or the other side of the balance of the crown or the insurgents, yet she did not truly believe she could one hundred percent tip in favor of the dragons, a part of her would always remember history and what they were known for, a careful distance was self preservation.

"the answer would be rarely and never," she retorts with quickness, it did not take a brilliant plotter to know as much, or to suspect that things were nots as jeweled as they had been sold to them in their invitations, that had been more like forced summons for who could truly turn down the crown. the warmness in her chest from his words is laced with the amusement of its ending. olynna knew without any doubt that veron would go to any end to secure her safety off the island, and if she insisted he would offer the same to every member of her house, just as much as he would not if she decided so. "that very much feels like you would only if i absolutely insist." she muses, the corner of her lips tilting upwards. "which i will, to both of our demises." she playfully bumps into him. "thank you, for considering me and my own, as usual."

trust   was   a   feat   only   having   been   earned   by   a   fair   few   in   the   face   of   a   ironborn        :        of   which   olyanna   knew   he   would   trade   his   life   for   her's,        if   hellfire   were   to   reign   upon   them   and   force   them   to   heel.        they   were   both   bred   of   the   water,        varying   currents   but   knowing   of   one,        unshaken   truth,       nonetheless        —       if   one   were   to   not   follow   the   tides,       and   allow   it   to   course   through   you   to   become   join   with   one's   very   being       …        it   would   swallow   you   into   its   unforgiving   depth.        everyone   knew   how   far   the   lands   of   the   known   world   stretched,        but   not   how   far   its   oceans   dug.        “        terribly.        these   dragons        …        fickle   creatures.        one   can   never   fully   understand   them,        let   alone   attempt   to   trust   one   of   them.        they   only   protect   their   own   blood,        ”        an   irony   coming   from   the   mouth   of   a   greyjoy,        with   a   long   history   of   loyalty   escaping   their   very   principles.       if   anyone   had   overheard   them,        the   laughter   barked   past   would   echo   across   the   fourteen   seas. “        you're   correct   to   be   suspicious.        since   when   have   these        …        supposed   gods   care   to   have   brought   us   into   their   celebrations        ?        ”        head   shaking   upon   mere   entertainment   of   the   thought,        darkened   hues   searched   for   comfort   amidst   the   familiar   expanse   of   sea.        at   the   very   least,        their   escape   would   be   certain,        if   need   be.        “        the   iron   fleet   is   ready   to   set   sail   the   moment   i   catch   wind   of   the   hand's   poison.        our   escape   would   not   be   of   any   true   difficulty,        compared   to   the   rest,        ”        ours        —        a   promise   forged   upon   shared   allyship   which   had   spanned   across   to   an   unlikely   kinship.        “        and   your   family,       by   extension,        ”

[noblesouls]

A part of her still feels slightly ashamed, while the rest of her simply feels shy around the younger prince, perhaps it was the lack of familiarity between the two either way she was hardly ever shy around an another, the older sister in her felt protective of the other somehow even in the sea of mixed emotions. "i should be more careful, my mind is always in the skies rather than on the ground." a nervous laugh. curiosity ignites as he speaks, she was always one for a small adventures, even inside an ancient keep she hardly knew. "i seem to have nothing but time in my hands while i am here," she says clasping her hands behind her back, it was hard to take a step back and relax when there was always something to be done back home. helping the maesters, making sure little ilianna was up to date with her lessons, looking after the needs of her brother and sisters. here it seems she was free to exist, and yet all she could think was to read and avoid. "would you care to show me? i am fine company, i assure you." she says with a slight jest, unsure if the prince would accept, but knowing it was not personal if he chose not to.

Jaehaerys wanted to seek the silence and loneliness that the balcony had come to offer him. He had only left to get another goblet with wine, before making his way back to the balcony. Save for the occasional wanderer, not many people would come here so Jaehaerys had made this the place where he would hide from people. He was technically still attending the event so his parents could not annoy him about missing it. As he made his way back outside, he almost bumped into a familiar figure. He would not be alone anymore but at least it was someone he knew and there would be no awkward silence between them. "Do not apologize, I can relate." He said with a shrug of his shoulders, having been more lost in thought lately as well. Jaehaerys had always been someone who kept his distance from others, not wishing to create any sort of relationship with them, things were easier that way, as he never knew how to deal with emotions very well. "Yes, Dragonstone has incredible views. If you have the chance, you should see things from the highest of the towers, one of the best views in all of the realms." He told her, taking a sip from his wine.

[cordoleo]

"i do not understand you, oly. to be able to bear either requires too much strength for one so small." even if olynna had grown a few inches taller than herself, she'd always see the blackwood as that toughened girl of six and ten that had come up north to accompany her, who stopped herself from shivering from the odd cold as if that was a slight; of course, olynna was also the one she accompanied to treat patients in worse cases (cases not stupidly self-inflicted like those of the men they'll have to see today). "how was yesterday? we barely saw you." complaint comes out, even if soft, even if the interest is altogether genuine of the other's schedule as it seems she has signed herself up to spend all days of the week within this tent.

the lady stark scoffs. "apparently, quite a few of us have bet on him. i'd say no one should, he needs not the encouragement." truth to the matter, she had been torn if she should do it herself, but after losing quite a few coins from betting on barbrey the day before, she decided to skip on wasting more money today. "i'd rather he would win on the jousting. it would be quite a gift, for all of us." the north, represented in a galant sport, her brother, who would receive quite a stroke to his ego, and barbrey herself, who would gain the chance of being crowned queen of love and beauty.

smile grows thankful as she takes the apron, and straightens it out to see. it is plain and clearly worn before, but the lady stark attempts to set aside vanity as, in the end, what mattered is that she would not get her own gown dirty. "help me?" is required of the younger lady, as lynara places the apron over her own dress and turns around so it may be tied on her back. "do you know if they have any talent for it?" there is some sort of that, even if her prejudice and concern makes her act above the melee; lieges train to show off their abilities on pretend warfare, after all. "i believe there is some fair play in it. brother against brother would break its rules, certaintly!" or so she would hope, even if she has seen family go against family in the north — but competitions there are never to gravely wound, just to distract men from dreadful boredom.

Olynna nods in agreement as she leads the way into the tent that is lined with makeshift beds and small tables in between, on the opposite end there is tables and shelves that hold whatever any of the maesters or healers may need. her icy eyes scan over the surface of the place as she continues with their conversation. "i could not stomach it either, i have the stomach to fix them, not to watch them break each other." her father would call her weak if she was to say that in front of him. "did she now? well i suppose if not her, then who? right?" she jests slightly. "but you're right, let us hope he uses the encouragement properly, it would be nice to have a champion in the north, don't you think?" finally she spots them, carefully folded under the table, pulling one she turns to her with a smile as she hands it over. "i believe both my brothers have register as well, i did not have the stomach to look the list over, may the gods don't allow them to be pinned against each other." as little love as she had manage to hold for her half siblings, she did not wish them any harm, specially not in the hands of someone who shared half their blood.

"don't go speaking to speak, my sweet maiden of the north, for i would keep you for a lifetime if it was truly an option." she gives the other a playful wink, although they both know departure would come one day, their hears would always be intertwined no matter the distance.