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Lord Aldrian Celtigar | 27 | FC: Tom Glynn-Carney | Bio | Musings | Threads
Lady Ashara Greyjoy | 24 | FC: Ella Rae-Smith | Bio | Musings | Threads
Location: Fourth day, during the performances and plays
Open to anyone
Ashara was bored and anyone that would pay a little attention to her could see that. Plays and performances were not something she enjoyed, she did not see the appeal in them. Ashara much preferred watching melee tournaments or jousting competitions, anything that involved violence and possible death. Her presence here was necessary and the only reason why she agreed to come was because her father had asked it from her. Ashara would definitely rather be anywhere else, whether it was back home in Pyke or out in the sea aboard her ship. At least there was wine, even though it was far too sweet for her taste. Ashara took a long sip from her goblet, a sighed escaping her lips. "I cannot believe people enjoy this and waste their time watching it." She commented, more to herself than anyone else.
open starter for : 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳 & 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 [ capping at 0 / 3 ] location & time : 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘺 , 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 .
swift tunes upon instruments flow through the grand hall . an act of escapism has been performed as slender fingers coil around the stone of a balcony , shielding the music if ever so gently . auburn locks sway in the wind as sigh escapes red tinted lips . “ even beautiful sounds become straining when played without proper love for it. “ she murmurs mostly to herself , unaware of the approaching company close by . she's been standing alone for some time , tormenting herself with what could've and should've been . she's a daughter of a great man , yet her fingers tremble ever so lightly . it's sickening . ” pull yourself together . ” whispered towards the darkness of the night . "
Aldrian had spent a good amount of time speaking with other nobles, engaging in small conversation that in reality, he could not care less about. The wine wasn't so bad so at least he got to enjoy that. Still, there was only enough small talk he could handle, so he ended up seeking a place further away from the crowd in attendance. And that is how he ended up walking out to a balcony, where he came to find none other than his sister. "Well, they are being paid for it, unless we are talking about love for gold, I believe that's all there is." Aldrian walked out to the balcony, coming to stand next to Malora. He took a sip from the goblet of wine in his hand. "Are the performances not to your liking, dear sister?"
( ella rae-smith, 24, she/her, greyjoy c ) – king maelor offers his welcome to lady ashara greyjoy, of pyke. across the realm, they are praised as courageous and adventurous, though courtly whispers insist they can also be stubborn and ruthless behind closed doors. still, their allegiance is said to lie with the themselves their presence evokes imagery of the sound of waves against a ship's hull, the greyjoy kraken proudly displayed on her armor, the smell of salt hanging in the air, enough to inspire any storyteller. with so many tales in circulation, separating truth from fiction may prove no easy task.
( tom glynn-carney, 27, he/him, celtigar c ) – king maelor offers his welcome to lord aldrian celtigar, of claw isle. across the realm, they are praised as charming and observant, though courtly whispers insist they can also be manipulative and reckless behind closed doors. still, their allegiance is said to lie with themselves. their presence evokes imagery of a goblet of wine constantly being filled, a shadow always watching its surroundings, a very wise and intelligent mind hidden behind the façade of a drunk, enough to inspire any storyteller. with so many tales in circulation, separating truth from fiction may prove no easy task.