w. renyse caron, day two of the riverlands gathering, @xfulminare
he can never sit for long during these sort of events — it is as if his brain has been made to accompany rapid movements with sword, shuffle of feet and hand, the release of a bow; all of these brought him no little joy. matthos could not have thought the display of athletic showmanship better, but roy can not help but to be biased, moods high when this is a day he is content to just be a spectator, a brief reprieve until he is to take to the yards himself. "there you are, renyse," lord caron turns to the most familiar sight of his sister, and a hand follows, landing on her shoulder as he brings her closer to where he stood. "i thought you would have joined the competitors. wasn't sure they just skipped your name or something at the call sheet, but i suppose not?” furrowed brows seek to question as to the reason, though if he knew his sister, he could very well know why.










