ASHEFFI longed for the wide open plains of the dothraki sea, the longer she spent trapped in this city with no room to move, the more uneasy she became. she had been trapped in a place like this before and when sheâd escaped sheâd vowed never to allow herself to be caged, contained, again. she needed to get out. sheâd found a secluded spot in the stables where she could almost trick herself into thinking she was alone, let herself get lost in the company of the magnificent creatures until footsteps sounded behind her. her eyes darted to the emerging figure, an irritated expression lining her face, words of the tongue commonly spoken here failing her.
Myrcella was the politician in the family; she enjoyed the council meetings and the aimless conversation and little strategic moves talked about in affairs of the crown. Brandon had all but checked out from all of it; instead focused on his duty to protect his sister. After all that had taken place within House Dayne, he didnât have a single regret for leaving Dorne and swearing an oath to protect her. Though, he also couldnât lie and say he wasnât immensely glad to be dismissed to have his own time. He was never overly studios when it came to books, but give him a sword and horse and it was a very different story. He would be quite happy to live a life of a Knight and nothing more. So really it shouldnât be a surprise that he would be found in the stables.
Heâd always loved horses, still remembered the first time he saw a horse race of the infamous Dornish sand steeds. He had wanted to ride across the Southern deserts on horseback without a care in the world. The horse he now brushed in the stall wasnât nearly as sturdy or tall as the ones from home but still a beautiful creature. He enjoyed the simple task, being in the capital was a flurry of activity and the moments of quiet harder to come by.
Brandon heard the soft whinny from one of the horses in another stall an alert to the sound of footsteps. âIâll be right back, donât go anywhere,â he spoke quietly to the horse, patting its side as if it could understand. He moved out of the stall. âIs there something I can help you with? I think the stable hand went to see the leathersmith about some saddle repairs. He should be back soon.â
THE IDEA of coming to westeros to celebrate the coronation of some foreigner king had made asheffiâs stomach turn. sheâd spent her entire childhood in a city like this, filled with people scheming or suffering. once sheâd escaped sheâd had no desire to return, but the idea of being left behind by the new family sheâd pieced together for herself within her khalasar. that had been even more frightening, and so she came to see them put a crown on the dragon kingâs head and now she was stuck here.Â
the stables was one of the few places in the entire city she actually liked. sheâd always enjoyed the company of the magnificent animals than her fellow humans. and the stink of so many horses all confined in one small space seemed to deter most people away. not today though. asheffi simply raised an eyebrow at the westerosi lord, words coming slowly to her as she translated his words in her mind. âi donât need a saddle.â she said, forming the words of the westerosi language with great effort.
( jessica henwick / 26 / cis fem ) â i did just see ASHEFFI bustling through the halls, s/he/they is/are a SCOUT for KHAL KAJO. her/his/their loyalties lie with THE DOTHRAKI, and i have heard that s/he/they can be UNRULY but others have said s/he/they is/are DETERMINED & LOYAL, maybe s/he/they will make it out of here alive
asheffi was born to slavery, but she grew up on stories of the dothraki of the great grass sea. the horse lords who were governed by no one but themselves. her mother had been one of them, had grown up in a khalasar and spent her childhood roaming the continent with her people. she had however, been a rather weak girl, prone to sickness. one day her mother fell terribly ill, barely able to move, let alone ride and so she was left behind as her khalasar, her family kept on going.
asheffiâs mother was found not far from the border of meereen by a seemingly kind group of men, they took her to the city and nursed her back to health. however, once she was in better health, the men sold her into slavery. despite her dothraki heritage, the woman was no fighter, her best chance at survival was to simply keep her head down and try to do as good a job as she could. she learned quickly and soon proved herself to be rather useful to the family who had claimed ownership of her and so, when she eventually fell pregnant, she was treated with relative kindness.
asheffi was allowed to stay with her mother, although they had her working almost the moment she was able to walk on her own. The dothraki blood running in her veins gave the girl a natural affinity for her masterâs horses and soon she was practically running the stables on her own. It was a small connection to her motherâs people, the life that had been torn from both of them, but it was one which only made ash resent her life even more, made her wish desperately for the freedom life with her people, her true people would allow her. The only thing that kept her from running away was her beloved mother, who she knew was not strong enough to survive such a journey.
When she was fifteen, her mother passed away and though the grief was crippling, when she eventually recovered it felt as if some weight had been lifted from her. There was nothing tying her to this life anymore so she quickly devised a plan, stealing a horse in the middle of the night, riding for days and days until she was certain she was safe from her former masters. Ash spent most of that next year simply roaming essos, all her energy devoted to the simple feat of staying alive. Life was hard, but it was an indescribable improvement from her old life. Eventually she came across kajoâs khalasar and ash felt for the first time as if she had finally found home. Many of the dothraki did not trust her at first, but she quickly proved herself to be a skilled rider and a formidable warrior and began to build herself a new family amongst the khalasar.
She has been travelling with her khalasar for nearly ten years now and has earned herself a rather fearsome reputation. Kajo and the dothraki have her undying loyalty for taking her in and allowing her the freedom which she so adores now.
Idk my dudes, thatâs it. Uhh shes in the capital with the rest of the dothraki now, doesnât love it but whatever. will probably kill you if you talk shit, but is also a lowkey forest nymph who just wants to ride her horses and lay in the sun. Someone should pick up a lover connection for her, iâm a hoe.
