Brielle Woods

Indie/Selective RP blog for Telltale's Game of Thrones, featuring an OC

[rhaesa-greyson-blog]

“Oh, er…I don’t know.”

Brielle looked around awkwardly. It had been so long since she’d left WolfsTooth, she wasn’t sure what there was a to do, It was obvious she and the other girl had little in common, although Brielle supposed that they’d been paired off due to age.

“What do you usually do around here?”

Rhaesa liked to keep to herself. She practiced her marksmanship, hunted & read. She didn’t take to many of the more ladylike activities that would most likely be expected of her one day — 

           “ I practice with my bow.”

She’s unsure of what else to offer —  she was the youngest of the Greyson  children & found more interest in the  few things she enjoyed than much else. 

[briellexwoods-blog]

“Oh...well...I’ve never held a bow,” Brielle confessed. “But I wouldn’t mind learning. Would you want to teach me?”

A part of her sensed that it was a bad idea, but she couldn’t help trying, at least.

[briellexwoods-blog]

.) name:  Faith 2.) birthday: March 17 3.) zodiac sign: Pisces 4.) height: 5′1″ 5.) time: 19:11 6.) sleep: Usually 11ish to 9:30 ish 7.) favorite books: So....many.... 8.) favorite artists: Idk 10.) college: graduated 11.) dream job: stay at home writer 12.) meaning of url: my OC’s name

[rhaesa-greyson-blog]

@briellexwoods lIKED FOR A THING !!!!

SHE HAD BEEN SET WITH THE TASK of entertaining house Greyson’s newest visitor. Rhaesa was never one for SOCIALIZING, but she was closest to the other in age & she  supposed she was the most logical  choice for the job. 

        “ So — what would you like to do?” 

Her tone was awkward, almost. She  was uncomfortable with the idea that  she was supposed to keep the other  occupied when she could be doing so  much else with her time. 

[briellexwoods-blog]

“Oh, er...I don’t know.”

Brielle looked around awkwardly. It had been so long since she’d left WolfsTooth, she wasn’t sure what there was a to do, It was obvious she and the other girl had little in common, although Brielle supposed that they’d been paired off due to age.

“What do you usually do around here?”

[briellexwoods-blog]

King’s Landing

[briellexwoods-blog]

“Yes, I’ve just come from seeing her,” Sanira answered. “She said that this evening she wants you and I to wait on her when she dines with the Queen and King Joffrey.” Sanira didn’t say it aloud, but she was dreading the event. Word of King Joffrey’s brutality had spread even as far North as WolfsTooth, and she wanted to keep as much distance between herself and the young king as possible. She was half-tempted to ask if the Queen was as bad as she’d heard, but goldcloaks were everywhere. She trusted Mira, though, so perhaps she could ask her later, in private. We Northern girls have to stick together.

[littlehandmaiden]

Mira’s stomach dropped. It was foolish to believe Cersei was finished testing her. Earlier when they spoke, the Queen had asked her to choose between Joffrey and Lady Margaery, and of course Mira had chosen the former. She preferred her head attached to the rest of her, and not on some bloody pike. 

They were just handmaidens after all. Not traitors to the Crown like Cersei suspected. What could they possibly do?

“We should talk more in my chambers,” Mira said, keeping her voice low. “We’ll be able to say whatever we like there.”

[briellexwoods-blog]

Sanira’s smile wavered slightly at the grimness in Mira’s voice, but she made herself smile. “Yes, of course,” she said, looping her arm around Mira’s. “I’m anxious to hear all the news of court. Lead the way.”

[briellexwoods-blog]

King’s Landing

[briellexwoods-blog]

“Oh, not at all,” Sanira said, smiling. “Lovely day, is it not? Where is Mira? Usually you two are as close as a pair of wolf pups.”

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Sera smiled warmly, relieved that the handmaiden had not shooed her off. Standing beside Sanira, she lifted her head slightly, letting the breeze ruffle her hair slightly.

“It is a lovely day,” Sera agreed, as a small sigh passed through her lips. “Mira? Oh, well because of recent events, we’ve decided to take some time away from each other. It’s for the best really.”

[briellexwoods-blog]

“Ah....and how are you and your....is he your fiancee yet? Lord Tarwick, correct? I know he cares for you. I can see it in his eyes.” Sanira smiled at her fellow handmaiden. She’d always cared more about the futures of those around her than her own. Brielle, Elmar, Tylar, and now Sera--she saw the potential in them for bright and happy futures and she wanted to do nothing but help them achieve said futures. She prayed to the Gods--Old and New--that Sera would find the happiness she deserved.

[briellexwoods-blog]

King’s Landing

@littlehandmaiden @aflowerfromdurwell

Sanira slid to one side as a pair of goldcloaks passed. She tried not to stare at their helmets. They were so strange, with their hinged visors. So unlike anything she’d seen in the North. Everything in King’s Landing was unlike what she was used to in the North. She felt like a pale statue amongst all the sun-kissed folk. It was a miracle Margaery Tyrell had allowed such an oddity among her beautiful handmaidens. Unconsciously, Sanira’s hand went to her necklace. She missed home–her parents, her siblings, even Elmar, even the wolves and their incessant howling. You are here to serve, she reminded herself. No one said you had to enjoy it. She stepped out onto a nearby balcony, the sun settling over her like a blanket. She watched the sea go in and out, smacking against the shore.

[littlehandmaiden]

“Sanira! There you are!” 

Mira held a hand to her chest, closing her eyes as she attempted to catch her breath. Gods, why did King’s Landing have to be so huge? It took ages to find anyone, and you always seemed to run into the people you didn’t want to meet. 

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you all day,” she said. “Have you spoken with Lady Margaery yet?” 

If Cersei was suspicious of Mira’s loyalties as a Northern girl, then she’d probably set her sights on Sanira as well. If so the Forrester girl wanted to make sure her friend was prepared for what might happen.

[briellexwoods-blog]

“Yes, I’ve just come from seeing her,” Sanira answered. “She said that this evening she wants you and I to wait on her when she dines with the Queen and King Joffrey.” Sanira didn’t say it aloud, but she was dreading the event. Word of King Joffrey’s brutality had spread even as far North as WolfsTooth, and she wanted to keep as much distance between herself and the young king as possible. She was half-tempted to ask if the Queen was as bad as she’d heard, but goldcloaks were everywhere. She trusted Mira, though, so perhaps she could ask her later, in private. We Northern girls have to stick together.

[briellexwoods-blog]

King’s Landing

@littlehandmaiden @aflowerfromdurwell

Sanira slid to one side as a pair of goldcloaks passed. She tried not to stare at their helmets. They were so strange, with their hinged visors. So unlike anything she’d seen in the North. Everything in King’s Landing was unlike what she was used to in the North. She felt like a pale statue amongst all the sun-kissed folk. It was a miracle Margaery Tyrell had allowed such an oddity among her beautiful handmaidens. Unconsciously, Sanira’s hand went to her necklace. She missed home–her parents, her siblings, even Elmar, even the wolves and their incessant howling. You are here to serve, she reminded herself. No one said you had to enjoy it. She stepped out onto a nearby balcony, the sun settling over her like a blanket. She watched the sea go in and out, smacking against the shore.

[aflowerfromdurwell-deactivated2]

Like most days in King’s Landing, the day had been both warm and pleasant. Sera had spent most of the day attending to Lady Margaery, but now she found herself wondering the halls, alone with her thoughts. Though she had been at King’s Landing for some time now, Sera still missed Highgarden. She had spent most of her life there, even when she hadn’t been a handmaiden…Highgarden was the closest thing she had to a real home.

As she continued walking, she passed by a balcony, quickly retaking a few steps so she could see who was stood there. She recognised the figure immediately - it was Sanira - another handmaiden to Margaery. 

“I hope you don’t mind some company.” Sera chuckled, as stepped out beside her.

[briellexwoods-blog]

“Oh, not at all,” Sanira said, smiling. “Lovely day, is it not? Where is Mira? Usually you two are as close as a pair of wolf pups.”

[briellexwoods-blog]

King’s Landing

@littlehandmaiden @aflowerfromdurwell

Sanira slid to one side as a pair of goldcloaks passed. She tried not to stare at their helmets. They were so strange, with their hinged visors. So unlike anything she’d seen in the North. Everything in King’s Landing was unlike what she was used to in the North. She felt like a pale statue amongst all the sun-kissed folk. It was a miracle Margaery Tyrell had allowed such an oddity among her beautiful handmaidens. Unconsciously, Sanira’s hand went to her necklace. She missed home--her parents, her siblings, even Elmar, even the wolves and their incessant howling. You are here to serve, she reminded herself. No one said you had to enjoy it. She stepped out onto a nearby balcony, the sun settling over her like a blanket. She watched the sea go in and out, smacking against the shore.

[briellexwoods-blog]

@the-new-cerwyn-lord liked for a starter.

Ty winced as his horse shied at a squirrel. “Come on!” he protested. “It’s a squirrel! You’re ten times bigger than it is, stupid! It’s not like it was a wolf!” The horse snorted in response and Ty rolled his eyes. “You’re a bigger coward than I am!” He spoke too soon, because just then a deer bolted across the road, followed closely by a pair of hunters. Ty recognized the sigil of House Cerwyn…just before his horse threw him. “Ow!” he groaned, struggling to sit up.

[the-cerwyn-lords-archive]

The two “hunters” were in fact Ser Kyle and Cley Cerwyn, the former taking the lord out for a hunting trip. Cley had never been hunting before, but he quite enjoyed it from what he’s done so far. The Cerwyn shot the deer in it’s jugular, and the two were giving chase. Even if they lost it, it would of died of blood loss and the ser was quite the tracker, they’d find it. As the animal gave it’s last energy fleeting, it ran through the road, and apparently scared a horse with it’s rider. As the two run through the road, Cley stopped himself and Ser Kyle, who was confused for a moment, until he saw the thrown rider. Ultimately deciding a life was more important than sport, despite the fact they could track it later, Cley walks up to the fallen. His crossbow was still out, although he had no intention to harm the guy. The young lord stops next to the individual, and inclines: 

“Hey… you alright? You fell down pretty hard”.

[briellexwoods-blog]

“Yeah, I think so,” Ty said with a groan. “Just knocked the wind out of me, is all. Did you see my horse?”

[the-cerwyn-lords-archive]

“It went that-a-way, bout the way you were going… You sure your okay? Might have some head trauma from the fall, just need to be sure. My name’s Cley Cerwyn, can you tell me yours?” Cley asks of the fellow lad, offering his hand to help pick him up. 

[briellexwoods-blog]

“Tylar Woods,” Ty groaned as he accepted the offered hand. “Stupid horse. I’m all right. My father will likely tan my hide for being lade–it’s my sister’s nameday celebration, and her gift was in those saddlebags. Damn!”

[the-cerwyn-lords-archive]

“Huh, your from House Woods. Is it Brielle’s nameday, or do you have another sister? Because I only know Lady Brielle…

There could be worse things, like your horse arriving to the celebration without you”. Cley says as he pulls up the fellow lad, admitting he knew someone of his family. He chuckles with the last sentence, imagining the horse offering Brielle or Tylar’s other sister the gift without him. 

[briellexwoods-blog]

“There’ll be a hue and cry, for sure,” Ty agrees. “And no, it’s my older sister, Sanira’s birthday.”

[briellexwoods-blog]

@the-new-cerwyn-lord liked for a starter.

Ty winced as his horse shied at a squirrel. “Come on!” he protested. “It’s a squirrel! You’re ten times bigger than it is, stupid! It’s not like it was a wolf!” The horse snorted in response and Ty rolled his eyes. “You’re a bigger coward than I am!” He spoke too soon, because just then a deer bolted across the road, followed closely by a pair of hunters. Ty recognized the sigil of House Cerwyn…just before his horse threw him. “Ow!” he groaned, struggling to sit up.

[the-cerwyn-lords-archive]

The two “hunters” were in fact Ser Kyle and Cley Cerwyn, the former taking the lord out for a hunting trip. Cley had never been hunting before, but he quite enjoyed it from what he’s done so far. The Cerwyn shot the deer in it’s jugular, and the two were giving chase. Even if they lost it, it would of died of blood loss and the ser was quite the tracker, they’d find it. As the animal gave it’s last energy fleeting, it ran through the road, and apparently scared a horse with it’s rider. As the two run through the road, Cley stopped himself and Ser Kyle, who was confused for a moment, until he saw the thrown rider. Ultimately deciding a life was more important than sport, despite the fact they could track it later, Cley walks up to the fallen. His crossbow was still out, although he had no intention to harm the guy. The young lord stops next to the individual, and inclines: 

“Hey… you alright? You fell down pretty hard”.

[briellexwoods-blog]

“Yeah, I think so,” Ty said with a groan. “Just knocked the wind out of me, is all. Did you see my horse?”

[the-cerwyn-lords-archive]

“It went that-a-way, bout the way you were going… You sure your okay? Might have some head trauma from the fall, just need to be sure. My name’s Cley Cerwyn, can you tell me yours?” Cley asks of the fellow lad, offering his hand to help pick him up. 

[briellexwoods-blog]

“Tylar Woods,” Ty groaned as he accepted the offered hand. “Stupid horse. I’m all right. My father will likely tan my hide for being lade--it’s my sister’s nameday celebration, and her gift was in those saddlebags. Damn!”

[briellexwoods-blog]

@the-new-cerwyn-lord liked for a starter.

Ty winced as his horse shied at a squirrel. “Come on!” he protested. “It’s a squirrel! You’re ten times bigger than it is, stupid! It’s not like it was a wolf!” The horse snorted in response and Ty rolled his eyes. “You’re a bigger coward than I am!” He spoke too soon, because just then a deer bolted across the road, followed closely by a pair of hunters. Ty recognized the sigil of House Cerwyn…just before his horse threw him. “Ow!” he groaned, struggling to sit up.

[the-cerwyn-lords-archive]

The two “hunters” were in fact Ser Kyle and Cley Cerwyn, the former taking the lord out for a hunting trip. Cley had never been hunting before, but he quite enjoyed it from what he’s done so far. The Cerwyn shot the deer in it’s jugular, and the two were giving chase. Even if they lost it, it would of died of blood loss and the ser was quite the tracker, they’d find it. As the animal gave it’s last energy fleeting, it ran through the road, and apparently scared a horse with it’s rider. As the two run through the road, Cley stopped himself and Ser Kyle, who was confused for a moment, until he saw the thrown rider. Ultimately deciding a life was more important than sport, despite the fact they could track it later, Cley walks up to the fallen. His crossbow was still out, although he had no intention to harm the guy. The young lord stops next to the individual, and inclines: 

“Hey… you alright? You fell down pretty hard”.

[briellexwoods-blog]

“Yeah, I think so,” Ty said with a groan. “Just knocked the wind out of me, is all. Did you see my horse?”

[briellexwoods-blog]

@the-new-cerwyn-lord liked for a starter.

Ty winced as his horse shied at a squirrel. “Come on!” he protested. “It’s a squirrel! You’re ten times bigger than it is, stupid! It’s not like it was a wolf!” The horse snorted in response and Ty rolled his eyes. “You’re a bigger coward than I am!” He spoke too soon, because just then a deer bolted across the road, followed closely by a pair of hunters. Ty recognized the sigil of House Cerwyn...just before his horse threw him. “Ow!” he groaned, struggling to sit up.

[briellexwoods-blog]

Anyone want to RP???

[the-cerwyn-lords-archive]

I’m open for it. :D

[briellexwoods-blog]

OK, so I’ve expanded my muses to include Sanira, the sister, and Ty, the brother. Who’d you want to RP with? :D

[briellexwoods-blog]

Anyone want to RP???

[briellexwoods-blog]

"Good morning,m'lady. May I ask what made you visit Ironrath?"

“Oh, hello, my lord! My family wishes to discuss an alliance with House Forrester.”

[briellexwoods-blog]

“It’s not a simple debt, nor is it your business,” Father said sternly. “For your information, when my son escaped last night, he stole a man’s cloak for a disguise. We found the man dead this morning.” “Dead?” Brielle repeated, horrified. 

[txghut-archive]

“You believe your son to have killed this man simple because he wears his cloak? There’s a foolishness in that thinking; nothing but a lust-stricken fool more likely to get in debts–” Asher motioned back towards the gambler. “–than kill a man.”  A hope he isn’t wrong with his words, looking considerably more lax than he should. Dead men didn’t bother him. 

“There are many who’d kill a man to have another falsely accused, especially a lord’s son.”

[briellexwoods-blog]

Father glowered at Asher. “We found my son’s dagger in his back,” he growled. “What say you to that, hm?” “Father, please,” Brielle begged.  “I lost the knife,” Elmar protested. “When Ty and I were hunting!” 

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Brielle breathed a curse as she saw the tear tracks on the girl’s face. She’d wanted some solitude, away from the Whitehill-held Ironrath. Lord Ludd wanted her to be married to one of his sons, she knew it. The way he continually urged Ebbert Whitehill to walk with her and escort her to and from places–it was obvious. Sanira, being oldest, should have been his betrothed, but she’d left for King’s Landing a few days prior to assist Margaery, who would likely need more handmaidens, now that she was Queen.

And so she’d escaped to the Ironwood. It wasn’t as cold as she was used to. The Wolfswood had more snow than its southern counterpart, and despite their threatening presence, the wolves padding through the trees were a comfort she sorely missed.

And now she’d stumbled upon a crying girl. Her and her damned bad luck.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I-I-I didn’t know anyone was here!”

She felt exposed – she hadn’t wanted to be found in such a state.       She felt weak  &  her usually strong appearance  was   compromised   by the suffocating memories of what had happened to her twin.

She knew not what the other was doing out in the wood, wishing  that she hadn’t come. She didn’t know what thoughts  plague her or had prompted her to come out to the wood, why  she thought the Ironwood trees would offer more comfort than  a bed… or whether she wanted to explore when none were around. 

She only knew that she was there & that Talia would do  anything to see her gone. She locks her jaw to keep from  letting the moisture already gathering in the corner of her  eyes from falling any further…. 

           “ You shouldn’t be here. “ 

[briellexwoods-blog]

“Y-yes, I realize that now.” Gods, but she was babbling like an idiot! “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I-I should go. 

She turned, trying not to fall over the roots that seemed to rise up simply to taunt her.