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“...W-we have all squashed a bug or two in our lives, yes?”

CONFRIM.

#//OUCH GUYS #{answered}#{anon}#Anonymous

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Put a rumor you heard about my muse in my ask and they'll confirm or deny it.

#i like this #{ask a question}

grcyjcy:

After lifting his head, Andrik could only let out a small grunt. Raiding was not with it’s weariness and none more evident by the dark that rimmed eyes. The fact he’d been awake somwhere past three full days didn’t sour his already foul mood but rather made him much more passive.

❝ Why would I do such a thing. ❞

“Because you are a stranger, and strangers do those sort of things.” Her nose scrunched at the sound of his voice. Gravely, and rough, like he wasn’t in a particular mood for conversation. “You can never be too careful, hm?”

#{andrik: first}#{convo}

rstcnes:

“Yes, someone. Danger means little to someone like me.” His tone smooth. As if anyone would rob a bastard. And if they did they would discover little of value on him. Perhaps his sword was the only valuable item. But a sword was difficult to steal when its owner had learned to master it. “And what of you?” A crooked smirk tugged against cold lips. “What are you running from in the dead of night?”

“Danger means something to everybody. Even someone.” Na’ila’s grin mirrored Rodrick’s, dimpling one of her cheeks as she again said the word. Ominous, though teasing all the same. “And who said I was running? It is only a... fast walk.” She paused, pursing her lips. Truth be told, she was always running. In a way.

“I needed to clear my head. My room is stuffy, and there was banging on the wall. Who knows how long that will go on.”

#{rodrik: first}#{convo}#//HELLO I HAVE BEEN MIA

// Hi friends! I promised some replies tonight but for some reason my internet is on the rage and not loading a lot of my period gif hunts as well as some of ya’lls blogs, and it’s beyond frustrating :( I will grab the rest of them hopefully tomorrow when I can get the box looked at! And grab starters from those of you who are new!!

XO Ace

#sunw:ooc #{ooc}

vipcrarpina:

‘‘yes, all sorts of things happen in the dark, but i wish you no harm sweet lady. taking both without your consent would be quite impolite and perhaps even scary to you. however, i know a few different ways to undress people and trust me, they work every time.’’ she took a step back, bringing the candle closer to her own face.’’on top of all that, i’m not an ardent fan of wearing shoes. if i could, i’d walk barefoot all the time. that’s what the warm dornish sand can do to a person. and so, now my feet are used to pretty much everything. however, what are you doing here? i suppose it’s my time to ask the questions. ‘’

Lady? Oh, right. The tavern wench had to stop herself from snorting audible. The dark shielded a great many things -- but certainly not enough to hide her social status. Yet, instead of correcting the woman, Na’ila tilted her head. Her accent -- practically identical to her own, save for the slight Stormlander that came through ever so often. It made her hometick, but all too soon her heart skipped a beat and then leapt in her chest. What could a Dornish woman possibly be doing in the North? The thought settled like a rock in her stomach. A Dayne?

“Well, you will need more than just shoes here. Boots with fur and a warm fire to dry them by. But I am afraid I will not be removing any clothing, dark or cold or not.” She cleared her throat, though was painfully careful not to show the buzzing thoughts on her face. Thankfully, the shadows of the candle light now played to her advantage. “I am simply on a walk.” Na’ila lifted her shoulders up and down in a mock shrug. “Fresh air on a clear night.”

#{arpina: first}#{convo}

helenyskarstark:

Her eyes narrowed, half amused with the boldness in the girl’s answer. “But I did not ask, and yet you have supposed regardless.” Helenys surmised she must not have been a local commoner, for none were so brave or foolish enough to attempt to mislead a Karstark. “I do, though I doubt it is the same.” A noble lady’s treasonous efforts were incomparable to what errands this girl might have had. “Do you not fear the dark? Surely your tasks could wait until sunrise.”

“...Fair enough.” Na’ila’s voice was stiff as she pursed her lips in defeat. She supposed there wasn’t any use in badgering the dark-haired lady, not when they both appeared to have things to do and the darkness to slip into.

“Some tasks are too complicated for daylight. Do you not fear the dark? It is a cold night -- you never know what might could be lurking.” Her eyes scanned over the woman. Even in the dark, a ladies’ clothes were not hard to identify. Were she a man, it might have been more difficult -- if only because people didn’t always question the men of the realm as they did the women. “Especially when you do not have someone protecting you from danger.”

#//she tries to intimidate people before making friends generally speaking smh #// like no na'i if shes in the dark she knows theres danger #{heleny: first}#{convo}

rpmusings-galore

&& you will w e e p when you face the end alone

you are lost you can never go home

#{impossible to forget: na'ila}#{words}#{musings}

ladyaltheda:

Altheda wasn’t quite sure what to make of the flicker of the barmaid’s face. Had it been fear? Anger? Had she imagined it entirely? The girl took a larger stance and made light of it all, and Altheda wondered if perhaps she might be projecting. After all, it was she who was in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by strangers… Maybe her own lingering discomfort paired with the wine was corrupting her judgment. She set the horn back on the table at the thought, but allowed herself a light laugh at the girl’s insistence, not in mockery but as evidence she believed her.

Altheda stared at the girl’s – Na’ila’s – hand before her for just a moment. It wasn’t often that she extended her hand to a maiden rather than a man and she took this as another indication that the girl was not from the North: the accent, the name, the gesture. Still, Altheda extended her own hand and delicately took Na’ila’s. “Altheda,” she offered in reply, without title or surname. “It’s quite a pleasure to meet you, and would be mine to return.” She took her hand back, without a shake as she was quite unfamiliar with the gesture, and took another small sip of wine.

“Do you mind me asking… you’re not from the North, are you? I don’t mean to pry, truly, but your name. It’s so pretty, I’ve never heard one like it before, not here.”

Her cheek dimpled when Altheda didn’t shake her hand. Despite the failed gesture, Na’ila couldn’t help but find it kind that she’d at least tried. Many -- most -- ladies might have turned up their nose, or even demanded Na’ila give them a proper greeting by standing up and kissing the ground they walked on. Yet, Altheda had even lowered herself to that of the tavern wenches by leaving the name of her house unspoken.

Almost like they were equals.

Na’ila propped her chin in her hand once she was released, pursing her lips at such a question. Each time it arose, she’d spin some version of the truth that would keep the eyes of the Dornish off her trail. The last thing she needed was for them to come sniffing around -- not after a year of peace, and something akin to prosperity there in the tavern.

“Do I not look like I am from the north?” She quipped, humor clear in her tone as her worries subsided again. She’d play it off, again telling something close to her past...but never just quite. “I thought I fit in here. Hm... I am from the Stormlands. But my mother was Dornish, so my name is very southern.”

Nothing more, nothing less. No mention of her time in Dorne, nor the horrible fate she’d bestowed upon a boy who was most likely too drunk to be civil, or the journey she’d taken to escape it all.

“Your name is very nice as well! Altheda. It is very proper... maybe not a name for a lady who drinks in an old tavern. But I will not tell.”

#{altheda: first}#{convo}

@dcyne

Na’ila’s chest heaved as she shoved her way down the busy streets of the winter town. The cold air was like a knife in her lungs, and with each intake of breath it was becoming harder to run, harder to push forward and hide herself in the mass of people. The tavern wench glanced over her shoulder, nearly yelping allowed as she spotted her assailants on her heels.

Though Na’ila had always been one for trouble, her time in the North was meant to be quiet and safe. None of this running through the streets with a group of belligerent drunks after her, nor anything that could have been... incriminating. But there she was, slender hands wrapped around a coin purse that didn’t quite belong to her. It was like she’d explained to Jana -- men left their coin purses behind all the time. The girls would collect them and divide them up. It was nothing out of the ordinary -- except one man had recognize the red satin purse that hung from Na’ila’s hip as she made her way through the market that afternoon. He’d grabbed her wrist, yanked her to him, and the next thing she’d known...

Her knee had met his crotch, and he’d sunk to the ground like a rock.

“Get out of the way!” Na’ila howled, as she made to yank up her hood. The momentary lapse of speed made her nearly lose her footing, and a moment later her body was slamming into another. Na’ila yelped that time, ricocheting off the mass and stumbling back over a bank of snow before she was sent sprawling.

As quickly as she could, the young girl scrambling to her feet as her adrenaline spiked. She could only imagine the horrors of what might happen if they caught up to her -- they could drag her off to the tavern, demand she be out of work for stealing off of patrons. The tavern owner would fire her just to stop the stir, even if the same coin filled his own coffers. Or worse -- take the payment in their own way. Na’ila stumbled back, right back into the body who had knocked her off her feet. She turned sharply, gaze locking on his eyes.

“I will give you a gold dragon if you help me hide.”

#{criston: first}#{convo}#//probs more of a para tbh but what ev a #//a slightly fun one before we stir up DRAMMAAAAA

//Hello friends! I’m back from the beach and Na’ila is here for shenanigans and all sorts of adventures including anything from near-death experiences to simply pissing someone off. I’ve never done a STARTER CALL before, so I guess this is that?? Yes?? Who knows tbh. Shoot me a message or a like and I’ll slide into your dms.

XO Ace

#sunw:ooc #{ooc}#//seriously lets get into a tangle with bandits #//replies tonight yay

iconicwomen

Courtney Eaton

#{impossible to forget: na'ila}#{portrait}

What makes you shy?

“Shy? It would... Well, though I am very confident in myself, I am shy about my body in some ways. I am tall and thin, and I do not have many curves or... child bearing features like many other women do. I do not look quite right when I wear those very tight bodices. But, they are uncomfortable anyways.”

#{ask a question}#{anon}#{headcanon}#//hello na'ila has returned #Anonymous

thesunderwars-rp

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#i know im late but pls shower me #i love questions

the-woman-upstairs

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Run boy run! This race is a prophecy Run boy run! Break out from society

#{impossible to forget: na'ila}#{playlist}

dishonovr

* I. / OPEN STARTER

WHILE THE DAY STARTED OUT usually warm, the sun soon threaten to set and it appeared Gilliane was not much closer to a hearth, four walls. A safe distance between her and the strange figure, she pondered her choices. As lady she lacked the skills a man might posses for bracing a night in the woods. But as a person of sound mind, she gathered enough sense to know a tent would simply not do with these trial times upon them.Thieves, and all animals aside - It was mother winter she feared. The mountain cats and clansmen alike could have ripped her to shreds but it was the snow that would have swallowed her whole. It seemed the uncertainty of a stranger was the only real option to consider.

❝ I can’t tell if you’re in tears or prayer. ❞ She shouted and even then she did so softy. Her hand perhaps too tightly wrapped around the reins of her mare.

nailaofnothing-blog

Na’ila wasn’t doing either -- tears never seemed to properly solve anything, and praying was for religious fanatics who believed in New or Old. The bar maiden thought it was all nothing more than a trick to coax people into paying money to the Septs with promise of eternal life, or repent, or better yet -- status in the next life. All of which she had convinced herself she could gain on her own.

Though the cold and snow still nipped at her slender frame to the point of annoyance, the southern-blooded woman had ventured out into the woods that evening in in search of some dry firewood. Don’t come back until you find some, her boss had declared out of his foul looking mouth, and off she’d went. Two hours later, she was turned around and beyond frustrated. The cheapskate would rather risk a bar maid than be a decent person and just buy the wood from someone who properly sold it.

“Quite the opposite!” Na’ila shouted back, louder than the first woman, frustration clear in her accented voice as she trudged down the frozen road.

#{Gilliane: first}#{convo}

hestiahearthhome

#{impossible to forget: na'ila}#{musings}

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