it was safe to say, the second born stark was impressed with what he had been hearing the past few moments. he had heard many songs and stories during the few years he travelled around westeros but it seemed as if anyone with a creative aura to them was here in this gathering, showing off. nevertheless, he felt himself getting lost to what he was hearing and for once, the wild wolf was struck with silence. even if it was for a moment. "you would never catch me doing something like this. I do not have the ear for coming up with a song and I doubt I have any interesting story to tell. most I could do is one I think I heard alot growing up in the north. how about you?" rickard ask.
a quiet, almost whisper of a laugh escaped their lips. northerners were not exactly known for their songs, nor singing abilities. and he was right, what would they sing about? the snow? the never ending blizzards? they were both out of their depths. "i would say our real talent lies with our old folks, listening to their stories of monsters lurking around the trees, or complaining about the weather?" a sigh, the southern houses must think that they are rather boring. "i'm afraid i'm better at reading lyrics than writing them."
Olynna had wished to remain behind in the riverlands at the call to attend the reach, it had been hard to make the travel when she had not felt like joining the celebrations. yet, now she was glad her father had insisted, the lands they were surrounded were breath taking. and to her surprise she was beginning to enjoy herself in a way she had not come to imagine. clad in her house colors olynna shun under the gentle son of the south as she makes her way around the are that was opulence in decorations and setting. she nears a table and reaches for a pastry, at the same time another had comes for the same. with a small laugh and startle she takes her hand back. "please take it, i insist," her icy eyes look up to greet the newcomer.
the weather, the amount of people around, so many new things to look at, so much to do. it was all very overwhelming for someone who had not left the dreadfort since birth. they needed a moment to collect their thoughts, a quiet space away from the noise, the giggling and yelling. it was odd that nobody else seemed to be hogging the food, another thing they weren't used to seeing. though, perhaps they were simply late, only one pastry left and it seemed robyn was not the only one looking for a sweet treat. "are you sure? i don't mind sharing. we could break it in half." they offered the stranger a smile. sharing wasn't anything new to them.
the gates of highgarden open for the arrival of ROBYN from HOUSE BOLTON of THE DREADFORT! it is known throughout the realm that their aura exudes RESILIENCE and ALLOCENTRIC; however, beneath the silken robes that shine in the sun, whispers run that they are VINDICTIVE and also DETACHED. visions of them always relate to being a ‘lone wolf’ whilst craving the company of others, crooked smiles appearing during inappropriate times, a candle wick that refuses to light, ambition is as sweet as wine, dancing amidst the chaos and basking in the mess of it all.
・₊✧ basic information.
official name: robyn bolton. noble title: liege of the dreadfort. date of birth: 22nd august. age: 28. birthplace: the dreafort, the north. home: the dreafort. culture: northern. gender: non-binary. pronouns: they/them. orientation: pansexual. languages: the common tongue. accent: northern. religion: old gods.
・₊✧ physical information.
faceclaim: emma d'arcy. ethnicity: white. hair: blonde. eyes: blue. height: 5'6". scent: vanilla and mint leaves. dominant hand: right. clothing style: typical high born dresses, usually in red and black to honour their house.
・₊✧ personality.
label: the knave. mbti: estj. enneagram: 1w2 ; the activist. element: fire. star sign: leo. temperament: choleric - melancholic. character inspirations: arlecchino (genshin impact), raven (honkai impact 3rd), suì-fēng (bleach), lestat de lioncourt (interview with the vampire). deadly sin: pride. heavenly virtue: patience.
・₊✧ drives
hobbies: archery, reading. alliance: the north. personal goals: to protect their family and house, to gain more power in the north. would they choose family or power? power for their family.
・₊✧ the story...
you never cared for the antics between southern houses, the vast snowy plains of the north is where your ambitions lie. they say the north remembers, and you certainly do not forget. while whispers amongst you reach far out to the seas of dragonstone, you turn further north still, glaring at the one house that refuses to move.
but when the whispers vanish and it's just you, your heart belongs to your family, if not for ambition then out of pure love and loyalty - fierce loyalty. they say if one dares to even look at your siblings the wrong way, your bite is harsher than the direwolves of house stark.
you have always been a strange person, even as a babe you cried little. you began to talk as everyone else did, but spoke little by choice, instead your attention was on books and old raven scrolls. you yearned to absorb information. you'd face many scoldings at the dinner table for eating with your nose in a book. nothing else could capture your attention or interest quite like a book could. your parents and septas alike tried to shift your eyes - horse riding, stitching, archery. though you were decent and all three, and archery could get you to put down a book for a few hours... you felt unfulfilled.
and though you were quiet, you were not shy. prone to snapping at anyone who would oppose you, throwing fits whenever a book was taken away. you would snarl and snap at anyone who dared to say the wrong thing about you, and even mores so your siblings.
only a year younger than your brother, you spent a good four years behind him, though you'd return home with more scrapes and bruises, or mud on your face than he. but it was when your little sister was born did you change somewhat. you spent hours near her crib, watching the tiny babe sleep, watching as she was fed. there was a time you had to be dragged away, kicking and screaming. a four year old so devout and protective was unseen, unheard of.
little has changed now that you are older, you are still devout to your family, still seen little on horse back and more entwined in books. less tantrums, of course. and you seem content to leave your siblings side - only when they call, are you there. hard to approach, still. you keep your thoughts and ambitions close to yourself.
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