#this is banter but it got long bc i was setting up bahahha

[ronanbrackens]

who: @leolefford where: the celebrations of yule at riverrun, the first of the twelve feasts. the brackens arrived to riverrun following a smaller celebration in stone hedge, attended by the closest, in which lord ronan bracken invited lord leo lefford to attend. he had something he needed to tell the man.

the celebration in riverrun was always bigger than the smaller, more intimate celebration they shared in stone hedge: perhaps one felt more orientated around family and close invited guests, whilst the other felt more like a formality. there was a noticeable change in the master of laws the moment he passed through the the lands of the red fork into lands that were not his own - ronan became lord bracken, though he never let one become the other permanently, he knew what it was he needed to do. the blood feud was something he understood would forever remain; his wishes to someday make peace burned alongside the crops of the riverlands.

and now, there was much the master of laws put his mind to; his mind was always at work on something. some personal project, some deeper investigation into what the concept of law was, and what breaking it was. what should the penalty for law breaking be? how far was too far? those thoughts clouded his mind as he sat at the table, half listening to the sound of music filling the hall and the chatter. there was another matter pressing his mind - that of the investigation he had started whilst in kings landing. the encounter, in which a bracelet had been left behind as a woman with bright red hair fled into an awaiting wagon.

there was only one small, petty house in the westerlands whose house symbol was a strawberry. in his conversations with calla lefford who sat beside him, he asked her briefly on whether she knew any ladies of house turnberry - his conversation subtle, but the pieces matching together in his mind? anything but subtle. to find out lady turnberry was a lady to the lefford sisters was something he had not been expecting. a lady that had attended kings landing with them. he definitely was not expecting her to be present in this very hall, and as his vivid dark orbs moved to her briefly, he knew the game was us.

the flaming red hair that he caught a brief flash of a glimpse of. as the night went on, he found himself alone beside lord leo lefford. the others had briefly left the table, and ronan used the moment.

"i've got something yer gonna wanna hear." ronan spoke, leaning forwards as he poured a goblet of brightwater whiskey into his cup. "that redheaded attending lass of yer sisters. the one who went to kings landing for the coronation. ya know her?" ronan asked, making no effort to hide his accent. he did not even look toward the woman, only tilted his head slightly as he took a drink.