there are pasts inside her;

Sharra Arryn. Five and thirty. Ruling Lady of the Eyrie. As High as Honor.

[macaric]

She needed a break from everyone, feeling as she had been cramped in a room with a bunch of people she barely, if at all, knew. She had done her part, going out there and mingling with others in hopes of making alliances but right now she had a headache and felt the urge to sleep. Slapping her cheeks, she let out a sigh, "you can do this, Amelie," she whispered to herself before hearing a footstep and freezing. "Um," she slowly turned around, a shade of pink growing on her freshly hit cheeks, "you didn't see that, right?"

[scignex]

The sight of an anxious young woman was not alien to her; after all, she had been one herself, even if it seemed like a lifetime ago. Before tragedy struck. Her primary concern had been public shame. "I saw it," Sharra indicated. "Don't worry. I won't share it with anyone," she told the lady. "What's the matter? Are you exhausted?"

[solwintersarchived]

"  hmm.  "  arnolf  muttered,  still  not  entirely  convinced,  not  moving  his  gaze  away  from  the  lord  in  question,  locked  in  intense  eye  contact.  no,  he  had  to  behave,  at  least  at  the  queen's  gala.  he  didn't  need  to  feel  even  more  out  of  place  than  he  already  did.  so  the  karstark  let  it  go  and  focused  on  the  food  in  front  of  him  instead,  washing  it  down  with  a  few  gulps  of  wine.  the  woman  next  to  him  seemed  to  be  having  about  just  as  much  fun as  he was.  how  was  he  supposed  to  talk  to  southern  ladies,  anyways? was there a difference?  "  you've  got  a  marvelous  dress,  lady  uhh–  sorry,  i  don't  believe i know  you.  "  arnolf  remarked  out  of  nowhere. such dresses would be rare to see up north. far too light and impractical.  "  how are  you  enjoying  yourself?  " 

[scignex]

The unexpected comment on her clothing stunned her; no male had ever paid attention to the gowns she wore. Including both of her husbands. Of course, it was a special occasion, and her outfit may have drawn more notice than normal, but she anticipated such sentiments from a fellow lady, not a lord she had never met before.

"Thank you, my lord. That's very nice of you to say," she responded, a small but polite smile spreading over the corners of her lips. "We haven't met before," she agreed. "I'm Sharra Arryn, the ruling lady of the Eyrie," she introduced herself. "I think I'm perplexed right now with so many foreigners in attendance. What about yourself?"

[dcwnfvll]

thus far, lixia found herself rather bored of the capital. where was the vibrance, the noise, the thrill of life?  all she had found were posturing nobility and black decorations, which did not bode well for her continued presence, regardless of her brother's intent. yawn was barely stifled as she surveyed the room; at least tonight the attire was of marginal interest, though the colors barely compared to those at home. there must be some diversion to be had — an idea struck, and she leaned towards the person nearby. "when do you think we get to see the dragon?" for surely an event celebrating a targaryen queen would display their house's living embodiment.

[scignex]

Her gaze merely wandered around the room, scanning the faces of everyone present and attempting to recall names. Sharra saw there were quite a few people in attendance that she didn't recognize. This included persons from outside of Westeros. There was never a good cause for the ruling lady of the Eyrie to travel to foreign lands. And she hadn't been gone from the Vale that often.

"The dragon?" she echoed the lady's last statement, surprised to be addressed. Sharra did not recognize the woman. "I'm afraid I'm not certain. It's possible we won't."

[seraphaics]

𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁  ━━  great  hall  ,  red  keep  .

he  had  only  been  here  a  handful  of  times  ,  mostly  on  business  concerning  the  vale  .  it  felt  .  .  .  peculiar  to  be  in  kingslading  —  at  the  red  keep  even  —  for  anything  other  than  political  concerns  .  he  says  that the capital too  far  or  maybe  the  vale  ,  detached  .  either  way  ,  arstan  tried  to  at  least  enjoy  the  company  of  every  single  noble  in  westeros  and  across  the  narrow  sea  .  whatever  enjoying  means  .  "  tyroshi  pear  brandy  they  said  this  one  was  called  ,  "  arstan  commented  ,  taking  a  glance  at  his  goblet  .  "  it's  taste  .  .  .  i  haven't  had  anything  quite  like  this  .  "

[scignex]

The ruling lady of the Vale was relieved that a big feast like this one would attract a large number of guests from all over Westeros. That meant she'd be able to recognize some familiar faces among the masses. One of those present was her brother. She smiled softly as soon as her gaze rested on his.

"I do not believe we import such wine in the Vale. Yet," she said playfully. "Is it safe to assume Arbor gold and red are no longer at the top of the list, dear brother?"

[solwintersarchived]

open starter: the red keep

southron  celebrations  were  far  from  arnolf's  taste,  from  what  he'd  heard  of  them.  which  is  why  he  opted  out  for  exploring  king's  landing  first  and  its  most  notable  taverns  and  inns  --  after  all,  he'd  never  been  so  far  down  south  before.  four  cups  of  ale  in,  already  having  gotten  into  a  brawl  and  blood  dried  on  his  hand  and  cheek,  the  karstark  was  to  finally  show  up  at  the  gala.  if  he  was  to  behave  at  the  red  keep,  he  had  to  get  all  that  out  of  his  system  first,  right?  the  celebrations  had  started  quite  some  time  ago  and  arnolf  was  certainly  not  dressed  for  the  occassion,  if  you  didn't  count  the  karstark  sygil  on  his  chest  that  he  usually  wore.  the  event  itself  was  uncomfortable,  even  for  arnolf.  he'd  never  felt  so  out  of  place  before.  and  what  best  way  to  deal  with  the  feeling,  combined  with  all  the  alcohol  in  his  system,  than  more  provokation?  "  that  lord  over  there,  with  the  yellow  mustache--  "  arnolf  turned  to  the  person  next  to  him  "  he's  looking  at  me  funny,  isn't  he?  " 

[scignex]

It would not be altogether wrong to assume that Sharra was not overjoyed to be attending the festivities. It wasn't that she didn't like the company of others, and she could still appreciate the rising spirits that came with such an event, but the ruling lady found it more difficult than usual to smile and converse. As a result, she would spend most of her time standing around and only speaking when spoken to.

"Pardon, what do you mean?" she said, her brow rising as her gaze looked for the lord in question. What an odd thing to say. "I'm sure that's not the case," she responded.

[scignex]

Event 001: Celestial Bodies: Ruling Lady Sharra Arryn has chosen soft, feminine colors for her outfit.