#cognati.event2

[ivoryborn]

time: the hour of the owl.   location: palace hall, facing the water gardens.   status: closed

there  is  no  silence  in  the palace,  only  the  illusion  of  it.  even  here,  tucked  between  ivy-covered  stone  and  overgrown  rosebushes,  there  is  always  the  whisper  of  something  watching  ━━  something  waiting.  and  yet,  alarra  returns  to  this  corner  of  the  palace  as  though  it  offers  her  mercy  (  something  ever  so  unheard  of  when  it  comes  to what follows northerners down south, as if the north begrudges the distance  ).  the  winter's lady  rests  her  feet  after  chasing  sleep  but  being  ever  so  slightly  slower  and  she  stays  near  one  of  the  windows, listening for the fountains,  the  rushing  water  merging  with  the  rest  of  the  sounds  that  make  up  the  beautiful  dornish  mesh.  alarra  thinks  herself  alone  but  she  is  quickly  proven  wrong,  the  presence  of  another  pulling  in  an  otherwise  dull  interest.  "i  could  have  sworn  i  was  all  by  my  lonesome  not  long  ago."  the  comment  comes  laced  with  curiosity  and  annoyance,  though  none  are  heard  on  her  carefully  curated  tone.

"unable  to  rest  your  eyes  or  is  that  fate  saved  only  for  me?"

[cursebounds]

she must keep moving.

if she stops, her breaths will stutter, and she won't heave enough air into her lungs. daera slips through the shadows as the moon shines high above, steps light and quiet. her dorne silks billow behind her, caught in the breeze of her charged walk.

every time she closes her eyes, they are blood-drops.

the worst of the dream has faded into a blurred memory. but four drops upon the sand --- she must decipher this. she has to, for what terror is she foreseeing? how can she prevent anything if she cannot understand anything ---

a movement ahead jerks her attention. the beginnings of a shocked scream bounces against the walls, and daera clasps her hands over her mouth swallow the rest. one breath, then another; she finally lowers her hands.

"i am --- i am terribly sorry. you startled me, and . . . " she presses her lips together, and bows her head. "forgive me, my liege."

set at the darkest hour for ( 3 / 4 ) ; what a foolish, foolish choice.

[drgnsfyre]

to lady gilliane flint ( @parthenopaed )

i'm heartbroken you were not able to come to dorne, i was looking forward to seeing you again... i know we just saw each other but i do wish i had someone to discuss the things happening here. my siblings have been kind to allow me to come along but i have so many questions and maybe i'm not as confident as i am in the riverlands or in the north but i am rather nervous to ask questions. i'm sure that happens to you sometimes... how should i correct it? although i am sure you are taking care, i'd love to know how the garden is fairing? i know i've never really taken interest in it before but for some reason, the gardens here have me thinking of the ones in the north. the events they have here are fun to watch, if you were curious... i saw the greyjoy boy get thrown from his horse at the end of the day and i had to stop myself from laughing too much. do you think that makes me a bad person? i'm unsure if it makes me one. i know this is not a journal, this is a letter so i apologize. i hope to share more of the events at the celebration goes on or if someone is able to answer all my questions since you are not here. warmly, lysa tully

[drgnsfyre]

location: spear tower, after the first day of the celebration status: closed ( @muses-of-the-realm ) time: early evening

lysa had spent most of the day around too many people and even though she thrived there, being alone at the top of a tower was what she needed. after an hour or so, she heard sounds approaching the door.

for a moment, she thought she shouldn't be up there but no one stopped her. she turned a little when the door opened and jumped slightly before her mouth turned into a smile. "liyanna." she stated. "i'm sorry, i was convinced someone else was going to walk through that door." the brunette continued. "i'm glad it was a familiar face." lysa admitted.

"how do you feel about an adventure?" she asked as her smiled widened. "i was about to see if i could find somewhere off limits to sneak into?" the tully told her. "if you'd care to join me, i think it could be a bit of fun, everyone has probably had a glass or two of wine."

[drgnsfyre]

location: the jousting area status: closed ( @anointeds ) time: right after the first day of jousting

aeron knew he wouldn't make it very far in the tournament, he couldn't really ride a horse but at least he could hold his own with his upper body strength.

he sighed as he took a brush to the horse they had given him and tried to see if the beast truly had it out for him. he hadn't gotten hurt yet but there were times when it had slightly turned and aeron had thought the beast secretly wanted him to die. he felt a bit of an increase of pressure due to the fact that not only was his brother competing but the king was as well.

he stopped when he smelt the familiar perfume. a memory flashed before his eyes and he shook his head. it couldn't be. there was no way she would be here, attempting to converse with him. it must have been the wind, he told himself as he continued to tend to his horse. he tilted his head up for a moment after moving to the other side of the horse, just to be sure.

a flash of blonde sent a chill across his body and he let out a loud sigh. "cersei..." he spoke lightly as he finally made eye contact with the lannister. "i thought i smelt your perfume... are you looking for someone?" he asked, pulling his eyes away, finding it hard to look at her for more than a few seconds. "or are you here to inform me i've been eliminated from competing due to my poor horse riding skills?" he asked with a light laugh.

[drgnsfyre]

location : near/in/outside sunspear, on the way to the private lodging for the tyrells status : closed ( @gildedscage ) time : mid morning, a day or two before the celebration

aeron had arrived with his family a few days ago but wrote to elinor, hoping he would beat her there. he wanted to welcome her to sunspear and ensure she arrived safely.

he adjusted his shirt and made his way through the small crowds of people, offering them all small smiles and good mornings. this time, aeron had made sure to pack properly so he would spend less time in the markets, repurchasing an entire wardrobe for his stay here.

the greyjoy stopped momentarily and considered grabbing something for elinor. he couldn't remember if she had ever been to dorne before but figured they could explore together before the celebration began... before he would definitely embarrass himself infront of her and the entire nation, yet again. he tried not to think about the joust but for a second, his mind slipped there.

when he arrived, he knocked lightly on the door and stepped back, waiting for an answer. he shifted awkwardly as he thought about what he would do if she wasn't there. aeron smiled as the door opened and took a slight bow. "lady elinor, i'm glad you made it safely. i thought you'd want to join me on your first day here." he said with a nod.

[drgnsfyre]

location : dorne status : closed ( @tevinterra ) time : afternoon, day 1 of the festival

aeron sighed. he couldn't believe he agreed to do this. at the time, it seemed like a good idea. although, the horse looked nice enough and after his training increased, he could handle the weight a bit better than he realized. with his plan in motion, he wanted to show that he could be diplomatic and participate, hence why he is standing next to a horse, willing to embarrass himself or worse... get himself hurt.

he smiled and nodded. "i know, how odd does it look... an ironborne on a horse. i can't say i've been practicing but i definitely might not get myself killed on one of these things." he said to the indivudal who approached. "it will be good for the show, though." aeron admitted with a shrug. "please, promise me you won't boo me along with the rest of the crowd." he said to them with a smile.

[drgnsfyre]

location : outside of dorne, private residence for house greyjoy status : closed ( @ofsealedfates ) time : morning, a week before the celebration

aeron hadn't slept again, the dreams of his time in the north still haunted him. he had tried to take to the sea to cure his worries, but for once, it only made things worse. instead, aeron put his energy into his brother, despite the thoughts that his brother sometimes no longer needed his guidance.

he closed the book he was pretending to read when he heard noise. aeron placed the book on the table. "brother." he called out for maron. "we have some things to discuss, i've been lenient with you over the last few months but with us being in dorne, we have to have a plan. something in case another situation arrises like it did in the north." aeron explained.

this time, he wanted to be prepared. he wanted to map every decision, every route, every day before it happened. he would not be put in that situation again. he would hold himself higher and he wanted to present a more diplomatic approach to those who were also travelling to dorne. he sighed and pushed the map across the table. "i've been studying the map of dorne extensively over the past few weeks. i hope you were doing the same, i recommended it in my letters." he stated.