As the raven flies

The night is dark and full of terrors, the day bright and beautiful and full of hope. One is black, the other white. There is ice and there is fire. Hate and love. Bitter and sweet. Male and female. Pain and pleasure. Winter and summer. Evil and good. Death and life. Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war

[lcstblood]

lcstblood      ➵     WE LOOK UP AT THE SAME STARS AND SEE SUCH DIFFERENT THINGS

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LADY ESTRISS UMBER    ➵   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  .  𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 

[morewoe]

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"The  truly  marvellous  part  of  every  royal  celebration  is  not  the  decorations,  or  the  music,  or  the  court  in  their  fineries.  No.  It  is,  of  course,  the  wine  that  never  seems  to  end."  As  though  summoned,  she  plucks  a  fresh  glass  from  a  passing  servant  with  a  pleased  twist  to  her  lips.  She  preferred  Dornish  red  to  Arbor  gold,  but  any  wine  that  she  did  not  have  to  purchase  and  attend  to  was  of  course  her  favourite  of  the  evening.  "Another  cup  or  two,  and  I  might  even  be  convinced  to  make  my  way  to  the  dance  floor.  What  of  you,  my  liege?  Are  you  intending  to  prop  up  the  wall  all  night,  or  can  you  be  enticed?"

[lcstblood]

There's something to say about the huff of laughter that barely skims the flesh of her lips. Gysella is certainly not alone in her proclamation, a great many of the familiar have found themselves tempted more times than not by the seemingly endless flow of drink. "It's any wonder they've found room to store it all, though I suppose if any place were to have a large enough cellar, it would be this one. Do you think they've truly considered how parched some of us northeners are in this heat?" As if to further prove such a premise, her goblet is quickly drained of the golden liquid. She'd never enjoyed the sweet taste of wine, it left a taste on her tongue that lingered too long and left her mind far foggier than she enjoyed. "I'm afraid not even the Targaryens would have enough wine at hand to entice me to dance."

[steelfyre]

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the  clink  of  goblets  muffled  by orchestral notes echoing through the hall and various surrounding conversations, little thought given to fragments that reached their ears, focus, for now, on noble before them.  ❝  the royal family shows their expertise for planning a celebration once again. ❞   cup raised to their lips, arbor red delighting the tastebuds.  ❝  and their excellent taste in wine as well. ❞

[lcstblood]

"And they certainly do like reminding us all of such expertise," never one to favor court all too much, Astriss could still find it within her to agree with him. The royals certainly did it far beyond what could otherwise be conceived as agreeable. "Tell me, what would yours look like, Lord Grafton? Gone all the pretenses and damn all tradition. Would your celebration differ?" Hers certainly would - the fanfare to begin with and all that followed. The goblet within her hand held close to chest, "I think I'd begin with something a little stronger." Though, she supposed a warm mead held no place in the warmth of kings landing. "

[dearorphic]

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“ Moonlight, ” he murmured aloud to no one in particular, voice low as he took in the the hall bloomed to silver. “ The gods have a poet’s sense of timing for the princess. ” He steps away from the wall then, eager to get closer to the spectacle that the crown had illumed for the court. Not for power. Never that. But for the symbolism that sparked the poet in him. " Shall we find a drink? " he grins, turning with a boyish lightness to his companion at his left; tonight's mood was infectious. His smile curls genuine. " It feels terribly ungracious not to toast a moonchild’s beginning, don’t you think? "

[lcstblood]

Too bright, too warm and amongst every discomfort she felt rather naked in the silver abomination she adorned. Far be it from her to offend so openly as to attend in something that encouraged her own comfort. As it were, Astriss had long since retreated to find solace from the noise of court. The voice of another drawing her from such reverie, "Would the same not be said were it a prince? Gods and their poetry." Not her Gods. There is little to be said for the effort it takes not to roll her eyes at the spectacle. "Overindulgence perhaps just as ungracious; an easy feat when faced with so many familiar faces, don't you think?"

[lcstblood]

the flutter of a cats third eyelid, a screech of ravens in the night, the skinning of a fresh animal carcass, the faintest hue of blood upon fresh snow, days old poultice, dried herbs hung limp from every window, the sing of a newly open wound, dark hallways and incessant whispers, the flicker of a lit candle, the must of dusty old books, the twang of a loosed arrow, a clink of empty vials,

# basic information.

official  name:  astriss umber.  nicknames:  triss.  noble  title:  lady of last hearth.  date  of  birth:  twenty second day of the second seed (may) .  age:  thirty nine.  birthplace:  the last hearth.  home:  the last hearth.  nationality:  westerosi.  gender:  cisfemale.  pronouns:  she/her.  orientation:  demisexual.  monikers:  the black feather. the norths talon. languages:  fluent in the common tongue. familiar with the old tongue  accent:  northern, low and gravely timbre.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  janet montgomery.  ethnicity:  first men..  hair:  brunette.  eyes:  brown almost black.  height:  5’6.  build:  slender, athletic.  scent:  rich pine, smoke and rose..  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies:  tbd.  scars:  tbd.  distinguishing  features: a piercing gaze that feels otherworldly, steeled features that rarely give her emotions away, a jawline to cut through rare gemstones..  clothing  style:  darker clothing, heavy layers and fur lined coats.

# personality.

label:   the liar. the enigma. the cold. the misfit.   mbti:   istp.   enneagram:   8. the  challenger.   element:   fire.   star   sign:   gemini.   temperament:   melancholic.   character   inspirations:   morgana pendragon (merlin), the mage (king arthur), azula (atla), drusilla (buffy) deadly   sin:   wrath. pride.   heavenly   virtue:   diligence. patience.   godly   parent:   thanatos / eris.

# drives.

hobbies:  weaponry, botany, religion, dark arts (research only) .  religion:  the old Gods.  alliance:  the starks /  the umbers / herself.  personal goals:  tbd.  would they choose family or power?  family.

# familial ties.

parent one:  corbin umber (deceased).  relationship:  father.  parent two:  lucilya umber (deceased). relationship:  mother.  spouse:  nil. relationship:  nil.  twin brother:  tba.  younger sibling:  tba.   younger sibling:   tba.  youngest sibling:  kaelys umber. 16 years. deceased / killed by infection

narrative...

silent as the dead, a deep winter night tore in two the night the umber house was blessed with twins - a baby girl startlingly quiet in the passing minuted after her brothers first breath. and that was how astriss continued on; silent, contemplative, a steeled strength woven in amongs the stark's bannermen that carried as much heart and ice as the rest of them. an odd little thing, the fascination with the darkest corners of the last hearth, astriss quickly became the apple of their fathers eye, a quck witted, curious little child that seemed to constantly leave him speechless - be it upon the proclamation of things she shouldn't know, or those that he'd never heard before. the fascination with insects, animal carcasses, life beyond death, astriss and her practice in her belief of the old gods became a stringent piece of who she was, behind closed doors however, astriss heard whispers of the darker strains of religion, of magic and arts that weren't filled with reproach and curiosity drove her to seek knowledge of the unspoken.

in decades to come, and the volatile loss of the youngest umber in what remains to be a harrowing ordeal of broken bones and a burning infection, astriss simply turned inward. those of last hearth all claimed that she'd always been a little strange - a little different, but in truth, grief peeled the very flesh from her bones. the turn of tides as the starks further sought to solidify their standing with the dragons left a bitter taste upon her tongue; something about the rulers turned her stomach and her own formerly ironclad loyalty to the starks began to crack. Dragonflamw would surely offer a reigning promise of victory over what lay to the north but there had to be more - they couldn't solely believe the dragons would be their savior. A folly alliance in this game when the real threat would always come from beyond.

# wanted  connections.

former betrothed: obvious; this didn't work out, for whatever reason, astriss was likely very open about why - whether that suits the former betrothed or has ruffled feathers.  

closest friend: undoubtedly someone from the north and someone that has never questioned her... differences rather encouraged them almost . this person is well aware that the umber family are not super thrilled about the weight being put being the stark/dragon alliance

thorn in her side: they likely met at court and ever since, this person has relented in trying to get a rise out of her. in fact, its probably the same on her end. a potential love hate to further explore

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