#olynna blackwood — interactions

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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✧  lady olynna blackwood of raventree hall, the bewitching raven  ✧ introduction  —  aesthetic board  —  interactions  —  current open starter  

as  imagined  by  aspen  for  fyrethrone .

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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."

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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        ?        ”

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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,        ”

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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.