set during the day following the council meeting, dorne on the horizon. the lady tyrell could not keep herself from shiera, @liver-y, meeting the woman at her chambers within the keep.
falyn did not mean to intrude, but surely her friend would not mind... right? it is no time to second guess, the need for company was beginning to weigh on falyn after the council meeting. (thankfully, from what she had heard, there had been no discussions of house tyrell's matters and she had felt safe, or as much as she could with her cousin being on the council now.) she knocks softly on the chamber door, not wishing to open it without a work from her friend. "shiera?" falyn calls through the wood, "it is falyn, i was wondering if you would like some company? i do not want to intrude though, so if you would prefer i go, i shall."