CHAOS SURROUNDED THE HALLS OF new castle. word of the mad pirate that had attacked the princess of the reach and another. strange whispers of things that lurked beyond the wall, dangerous things that no southerner could ever come to understand. the people of winter, the northerners, seemed unfazed. if they were concerned, their facial features did nothing to mirror that and their bodies remained at ease. but the tension was heavy, thick and demanding of attention. elyse felt for the women that had been in harms way, knowing the unpleasantness of being a target all too well. after all, the tullys had been walking targets for much too long. lithe frame nears the heart tree in white harbor, bright orbs seemingly lighter due to all the snow surrounding her.
the silence that settles is comfortable, perhaps even much needed. her gaze takes in the face that had grown in the bark of the tree - it seemed angry. she, too, would be angry if her home was filled with strangers from foreign lands and different beliefs. perhaps it had grown angry the moment the manderlys were welcomed into the north. after all, they had not adapted entirely to the traditions of the north. ❝ protect us all from the things we fail to see and perhaps understands. ❞ the words are whispered softly just before she turns, gaze finding a frame not too far from herself.
@adam--stark
