shadrich was protective of his horse, whiskey was one of a few nice things he had afforded himself since his ransom and she had been a good companion — a tall and enduring creature, that made him look like the night he once was. the whole ordeal at dragonstone had given him the need to retreat to open air, and had he been on the mainland he would have taken to her and found himself moving quickly through open space. yet, here he was, back at the site of his downfall with all those who had ruined him in attendance, and without even the companionship of his horse to rectify things. still, being outside was better than nothing, at least for a short while. he stood at the top of the stairs when, looking down, he saw what he thought was a familiar face. he hadn’t seen her since before everything had begun though, so he could be incorrect. still, he ventured to call out to her. ‘ alyra mooton ? ’
when he descended the stairs, it became clear that some time had passed for the two. the young squire and the lady used to be on equal footing, despite station, but now the knight found him looking up to make eye contact with the advisor to the northern king. ‘ aye, it is. good to see you. ’ @magicksborn