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Starfall is located in the western Red Mountains on an island in the Torrentine where it pours into the Summer Sea. It guards the western arm of Dorne. According to legend, Starfall was built where the first Dayne found a magic stone after he followed the path of a shooting star.

#as sure as dawn {house dayne.}

elinorclegane‌:

[ open to anyone as well - @ofthemvrning + @ofcrakehall ]

The Red Keep made her increasingly nervous, if she wasn’t already prone to the feeling as it was. She felt the constant need to glance over her soldier, expecting to see Gregor there staring back at her. Her mind flashed to the worst possible scenario. Except she was safe now. He wasn’t there. The Crakehall’s would surely not let a thing happen to her as they have guarded her for years. She was surely a member of the family at this point, even if not of blood relation. Still, the feeling become unbearable by the second, and she found herself escaping where she was alone in a long hallway. She took a few deep breaths, remembering to ground herself.

When she looked up she noticed beautiful pieces of artwork on the walls before her. Her eyes widened in awe as she approached closer, examining the strokes and mediums used. Her hand lifted to touch one when she heard footsteps close by and quickly brought it down. “Oh, I probably shouldn’t be here.” She stumbled nervously, ready to make her way back to the party.

Though he’d returned to Dorne some years ago by that point, it seemed Edric had still not grown used to the lavish parties. Truth be told, the kinds of events thrown in the capital since the armies’ arrival were like nothing he’d experienced, his only point of comparison perhaps the feast thrown upon his return to Starfall or some of Lord Dondarrion’s more outrageous events from before. Still, it seemed that no matter how much he tried to be the perfect little lordling come home, he still felt trapped within the walls of a castle, heart aching for the sound of laughter and crackling fire, the freedom of stars overhead.

He’d made his rounds as was expected of him, but a wave of Allyria’s hand had sent him out of the room for a moment’s reprieve. Thankful that his aunt was so adept at this social game, and so understanding of Ned’s shortcomings, he wandered the halls of the castle until his heartbeat returned to normal. If he had to remain indoors, at least he could find some solace in the emptiness after the overwhelming press of bodies. Had the girl not spoken, he likely would have continued on by without noticing her, caught up in his mind as he was. Something about the appearance of the girl, her own clear desire to step away from the party, made Edric approach her instead of walking on. “In that case, I probably shouldn’t be here either,” Ned shrugged, smiling softly. “So I suppose if we’re about to both get in trouble, it is only proper that I introduce myself. I’m Lord Edric, of Starfall.”

#{thread: elinor001}#{+ elinor clegane.}

tansellegargalen‌:

[ closed for @ofthemvrning ]

King’s Landing was certainly not her cup of tea. Tanselle’s eyes scanned the crowd for any persons of interest she could bring information about back to Dorne with her, hopefully sooner rather than later. She seemed the wine in her hand, back against the wall. She preferred to be unnoticed, the center of attention bit was not at all her, although she would charm her way through a person or two if she needed to get by.

As her eyes looked around once more, she spotted someone she knew from home. Lord Ned Dayne of Starfall. She couldn’t quite recollect the last time she had seen him, both from noble families it wasn’t hard for her to have met him a time or two, but years had passed since then, and yet here he was. Although her goal was to go virtually unnoticed, she found this party rather drab, and was admittedly a little homesick. She made her way towards the man and put on a smile. “Hello, Lord Dayne, is it?” She feigned.

Ned was lucky, he supposed, that he’d met so many people during his time with the Brotherhood. Though their stays in the various castles in the realm were admittedly few and far between, somewhere in the midst of his life as Lord of Starfall and his life on the road, it seemed he’d met just about half the realm. It made events such as this easier; for though Edric was quite shy, it was much less nervewracking to at least approach someone he knew. Having made the rounds of his various acquaintances, Ned found himself seeking a drink and a second alone. In that moment - as in most moments, truth be told - he missed the easy companionship of the men he’d called family for much of his life.

Since his return to Dorne to take his rightful seat as Lord, Allyria and Starfall’s maester had worked tirelessly to ensure he knew who was who within the kingdom. House words were memorized as if he was still a child, lineages were traced from the ruling Lord or Lady back, but still - there was only so much he could learn from letters on the page. As such, it took him a moment to place the woman before him, and a quick thanks to the gods that he was so good with names. “It is, my Lady Gargalen,” he smiled politely, reaching out to take her hand in greeting. It was important to make friends with the other Dornish families, necessary that they see that he was still one of them. “It is nice to see another Dornishman amongst all these Northerners - though I hope the capital is treating you well?”