set during day two of the headsman's tourney: evening. the lady tyrell is holding a wreath in her hand, crowds are beginning to gather against the lists as she searches for her uncle, @toothd, amongst the crowd.
"lord willas!" falyn calls when she sees his large stature in the mix of those milling about the lists. the lady tyrell had spent the morning making wreaths with seraphina, a time to collect herself after the hell she had gone through the night before. she is not nervous to give them out, she just hopes that those that receive them are happy to get them. how embarrassing would it be otherwise? she could not suffer that mortification in the eyes of all of king's landing. upon reaching him, she places a gentle hand upon the armor he adorned. a smile curved up the corner of her lips, dark eyes gentle as they looked up him. "hello, sweet boy," she had not gotten to see him much since the time he had arrived with his family, always caught up with something or another. but, she had been wishing to see him before the joust began. "have you been well? i was hoping you would take my favor for luck. it has been too long since i have seen you upon your horse."