#conquest.event2

[cordoleo]

open in lannisport, third day of the westerlands celebration.

grey eyes crosses the stands with avid interest — while the merchants from the riverlands and white harbor were plentiful in their own merch, it seemed that the ones from lannisport wished to raise at that, offering all sort of items: from jewelry to books to weapons to cloths to artcraft, great was the diversity of their goods. "that seems to suit you." she declares to the one next to her, kind smile tugging at her lips and lightening her gaze as it goes from the person to the object they hold.

[dvnastics]

─ closed starter ( @ephiiphanies ) ; day five, evening .

❛ are you ready for tomorrow ? ❜ lips pursed over the rim of her glass, argella spared her sister a fleeting look. since venturing to casterly rock she had been tense, ever watchful and somewhat counterproductively, far too into her wine. the tension throbbed within her temple and her nights were spent tossing and turning ; the only thing that could offer some reprieve being arbor gold. milk of the poppy had been offered by her maester, but argella was not so desperate for sleep that she dared venture down that particular pitfall. ❛ i hear the queen is due to partake as well. ❜ a roll of her eyes accompanied her words. ❛ it seems she is well recovered after her... ❜ a pause for a sip, ❛ ... her scare. ❜

[obsiidians]

open starter ; night 14 ; the masquerade : sanaa plumm

there had been no intentions for sanaa to do more than remain near her young lady and observe, but unfortunately for the knight the duties of a lady in waiting and the appearances of one were outside her realm of comfort. to convince a room full of royals and nobles that she was no more than a minor lady herself she had to try and enjoy herself, or look like it at the very least. that meant smiling, giggling even though she hoped her age excused her more reserved behavior, but it also meant dancing and even though sanaa remembered the steps to a few songs she had not spent a lot of time in those particular lessons and despite her knightly grace and light foot she felt awkward moving her body to the music. she had been reminded she needed to put on a better show after hugging the wall for too long now, moving back into the crowd and attempting a show of shy naivety. "would you mind terribly telling me where you found the material for your clothes? it is so lovely, i find myself almost envious, i couldn't possibly blame you if you'd prefer to keep it a secret." she offered a demure smile to the person she'd chosen to speak to, hoping for a bit of polite comraderie at best.

[talestold-a]

closed starter for edric stark on day five, @xfulminare.

" had i bet on such events, i would have absolutely put coin for your name. i had no doubt you would not go without a good fight but when you wrestled the king... gods, i had to remind myself to breathe, " a nervous chuckle follows, thinking of the king's stature and how terrifying it would be to go up against him - yet, ned had done so easily. alys hops up from where she is seated, fetching the pitcher of ale and offering some to the stark lord. they have been curious about the squires of the westerlands, those who serve the lannisters, and after watching the past few days alys knows how fortunate she is to serve someone who cares for her. " is there anything else i can get you, my lord ? "

[xfulminare]

with willem lannister @milkhoncys

While it was not his house hosting the festivities tybolt was still relishing having the kingdoms in his home so that they might all see what he and his forebares had been able to achieve. with the boat race due to be held there just the next day, he wanted to be certain that it would be shown off to its best advantage. not simply overseeing but aiding where he could, looking for others he could rope into his efforts when his youngest brother entered his eyeline. "ah - just the man." hand was placed on his brother's shoulder to bring him in, an attempt to not let him escape if that had at all crossed his mind. "you're not too busy to help finish up here?" though phrased as a pleasant question both knew that it was closer to an order than a request. "you can tell me all that you have gotten yourself into in the meantime."

[cordoleo]

— — queen joanna lannister for the casterly rock masquerade.

in favor of the masquerade twist of the night, joanna has replaced her usual red and golds by a gown with cloth of velvet in the deepest of purples, true to how regal she is. the bust and shoulders are layered with sheer silk with droplets of amethysts, cut especially for the evening; they also line up the top of her mask, which is otherwise painted with actual gold. her hair has been done up with ringlets, in the fashion she has often worn and has helped popularize over the years.

[cordoleo]

open in the courtyard of casterly rock, day four of the westerlands celebration.

"they won't let us play like savages here," he explains to the person next to him — for all of the tension he held in his body since the attack on the queen and the weeks that followed, at the very least, the sports part of the event was something that could serve as a distraction (best not to think that if there is anyone lurking around, that is exactly what they'd like). the downside is that his companion would get unnecessary explanation about something they may have not even asked about. neverthless, royce's hand goes to the belt around his hips. "we'll hold onto this and try to flip one another. once the other is on the ground, that's it. no real danger."

[cordoleo]

open in the tennis court of casterly rock, day two of the westerlands celebration.

still days away from the tennis competition, the courts had been generously opened for people to practice and simply have fun without leering eyes and heavy bets — yet, joanna is almost inclined to both as she enters the arena. with her spirits uplifted at her homecoming, the queen toys yet with the possibility to join the court herself ahead of time but with a tilt of her head upwards, attention shifts to another newcomer. "what of you, have you come to watch or to play?"