#firercts

[fromashe]

closed to @firercts (for amahle) setting: in lieu of making wreaths, somewhere private on the grounds [ day 2 morning ]

there's still sometime before the second round of the archery competition. mizuki needs to find their way far from the crowds and chaos and a moment of quiet. sleep continued to elude her and it threatened to plague her with another dreadful headache. finding a quiet place to walk barefoot in the grass, the nearby footsteps drew their attention. glancing up, a smile somehow found its way to her lips. there was no one else here to perform for and with their current scores, it almost brought her back to their youth in riverrun to see the liege consort of the eyrie.

"liege amahle. it's been too long." a genuine tone of old camaraderie, lacking the anticipated heat and detestation expected between a bracken and blackwood. "i'm sure your lady wife mentioned we chatted at lord cerion's last rites but i'll relay my congratulations once more. growing your family is a blessing."

"before all that though, i'm eager to do my best to challenge your leading score to the best of my ability."

[qinwangs]

location : corbray chambers ⏲ pestilence from : jingyi corbray , liege of heart's home to : amahle arryn , liege of the eyrie [ @firercts ]

time takes an odd quality amidst four walls, as if it doesn't pass at all, yet everything happens all at once. it's difficult to remember their arrival in king's landing now, the harvest feast, the tightly wound up concern and anger that simmered low in their stomach. days had passed instead in a haze, a fever burning through most of their coherent thoughts, leaving shapes and memories of nightmares in its place. when they start feeling like themselves again, they learn more and more- but many pieces seem to still be missing. while it doesn't feel great to have most visitors when they still feel somewhat out of their element — this is not just another visitor. when jingyi is told amahle is at the door, their eyes light up, and they urge the guard to let her in immediately. there is still a pallor to their skin and a redness around their eyes, but the antidote had done its job. they felt better than they did in days, having showered earlier today and dressed up in their proper robes, seeking that normalcy again. when the liege of eyrie steps inside, a small smile spreads across their lips, slowly getting up from the chair they were sitting on, a small bow of their head. "amahle — it is so good to see you."