it was warm. a light breeze and spattering of small clouds keeping the sun from becoming too oppressive as it shown down upon the small island of lys. it had been years since lyvaea had last been home, but she was glad for the comfort of it. for the familiarity of her brothers teasing, even as soon as she'd stepped off the ship that had returned her. the first few days back had been spent sharing all she could about her time spent in westeros. her short lived marriage before becoming a widow, her tour of the continent, and of course details of the many friends she'd made along the way. today, she'd decided to visit her favorite market, desiring to swap her collected westerosi garb for her preferred lyseni styles. her fingers ran across a lovely, sheer silk gown the color of pink amaranth. lyvaea turned to the person nearest her, amethyst eyes finding his face as she held up the dress. "do you think this is a yes or a no? imagine it with the addition of gold myrish lace detailing." her confidence in speaking with strangers had always been a strength. one her mother had helped her to develop over time. "i've always found that the most unbiased opinions come from those who have no tie to me, and thus no motivation to tell me what they think i want to hear." // @dariaryz
