Location: Dorne, Sunspear Closed starter for @wcrdsarewind (Regnar) / Set during the Dornish Ball
The Iron Islands would always be home to Ivar Greyjoy, though he had to admit that from all the other places he’d seen in his journeys, Dorne was a very close second in terms of feeling like somewhere he belong. He’d grown up with stories of these lands from everything his mother ever told her; with pictures painted in his mind with her soothing words as she lulled him to sleep when he was a boy. After visiting the lands of the Martells for the first time, the Master of Ships knew he’d always been drawn to come back again and again. The reason that brought him and his people here this time could still make his blood boil, but at least for the night, the Greyjoy lord was allowing himself to delight in the food, the drink and the dancing.
The wine helped considerably to brighten the man’s mood and having been asked to a few dances with Dornish ladies invigorated the Ironborn giant. Stepping away from the dance floor for a bit, Ivar spotted Lord Drumm and went ahead to pour two glasses of red wine nearly up to the brim. He plopped down by Regnar’s side and set their drinks on the table. “My friend. Drink with me,” he grinned.