#rhea 001

[visxionaries]

@rhea-florent​ // setting: goldengrove

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goldengrove was just as cedric tyrell had remembered it; from a time that seemed simple compared to the events of today, though still remained as best as a blur as he could make it be following the end of that chapter. the feast was not one of celebration necessarily, but rather one of intending to move forward united; many of the nobles dotted across the reach had made the journey to the northern border to ensure any tensions with the westerlands were smoothed immediately. there was a method to what cedric tyrell envisioned; only what he had always envisioned, his whole life - only with the wish to never having to be the one to see it come to fruition. 

the arrival of his florent cousins that morning from brightwater keep had, surprisingly, lifted his spirits for the first time in what felt like an eternity, though it could not have been more than a few weeks. time seemed to blur as all moved, and moved quickly; at this point, the ten thousand men alaric tyrell dispatched to join the forces of grover tully would already be joining forces with the rivermen to fight against the front. cedric felt a sense of confounding shame, knowing the number of reach lives that would be lost due to simply following orders issued to them; not as though the men themselves had much of a choice.

as the guards announced the presence of lady rhea florent, cedric tyrell simply looked up from his desk. it had been some years since they had last seen each other, considering his travels after abandoning his duty, and choosing to remain in the westerlands to support the greens once he understood what needed to be done. she was as familiar as ever; though no doubt the years that had passed had installed a sense of maturity in them all.

"well, sit down then." he spoke, his tone characteristically charming - almost making light of the situation, despite the lack of nights he slept through thanks to the pressure now on his shoulders. how much had changed since they had last seen each other, those summers in brightwater keep? "knowing you, i'm expecting questions."

[fromspringandfire]

setting: the reach, after the court returns from the westerlands, where the incident with alicent hightower took place.

context: naturally, there is some air of suspicion surrounding the mistress of the king of roses due to her kinship with the dragon king ; starter for @rhea-florent

she had always felt most at peace in the reach, the rolling, fertile green hills of the land were a most welcome sight upon her return from the westerlands. the air seemed the freshest here, and the sun seemed to shine brighter, too. laena was biased, certainly, but she would always think fondly of these lands, and say as much. though she had considered opting for some reprieve from court in hollywell, but decided to stay within highgarden for now, intending to leave once things felt somewhat...settled?

though she wondered if that would ever be, and she felt the eyes upon her as she walked the halls - this time for entirely different reasons. she still managed to have a small social circle, she might consider them friends if she really knew any of them, but they had managed to flock to her for one reason or another, and she decided the company was much desired, even if it felt entirely like some facade.

as she often did in the mornings, laena took to strolling the gardens, stopping to observe the new blooms, inhale their sweet scent, and make small talk and laugh when appropriate at whatever quips the ladies her accompanied her made, though she were only half-listening, most of the time. they came upon a familiar figure, one laena recognized though had not really conversed with before, and friendly smile found its way upon her cheeks. "good morrow, lady tarly." she stated. "it's a lovely day, isn't it?"

[briannabrackens]

who: @rhea-florent where: the reach, where the lady brianna bracken stayed slightly longer than the rest of the riverland entourage under the guardianship of house tarly, specificaly staying with rhea.

if there was anything in the world that deserved all the patience, all the kindness and all the softness brianna bracken could muster, it were babies. babies of all sorts, babies of all types, there was hardly a preference; only, she could only assume that the daughter of lady rhea tarly would hold a very special place in her heart. the two women were sat within the audience chambers of the apartments allocated to house tarly within the sprawling castle that were highgarden, and brianna was giving rhea the ability to write a letter without her daughter cooing and crying for her attention.

for her arms were wrapped around the young babe, holding her at the hip and walking up and down the apartments with her, almost dancing playfully with her. her other arm was carefully wrapped around helena's back, to ensure she did not drop her; and truthfully, brianna was having quite a splendid time merely spending time with the youngster. they were the only ones who managed to pluck the strings of patience from her, as demonstrated by helena's pudgy hand wrapped tightly in brianna's braided, raven hair.

"an bhfuil sé beartaithe agat maol a dhéanamh dom, péarla beag?" (are you planning on making me bald, little pearl?) even the dribbling did little to phase the lady of stone hedge, getting hold of a napkin and using it to wipe away the excited drool that came from the flushed lips of the young girl. she never knew the woman she had been named after, though there was no doubt brianna preferred this helena over the one that came before. she would make sure they all did.

"agus anois tá tú deas agus glan. mo seamair bhig." (and now you're all clean, my little clover.)

brianna remembered the day rhea came back, and did not leave again. she were nervous to be around the pirate woman when she were no more than a girl, still hiding behind her brother ronan when she were not seen running ridiculously fast in chasing down her dog across the grounds of riverrun. it were the first yule tide she had joined them, and she had heard of the runaway florent. she barely even thought omer had siblings, until he announced that rhea would be staying. that made sense.

and now, rhea was like an older sister to her, someone she had known longer than she had not. they were the same in truth: spoke with the same pride in their accents, and held the same affection for the strongest of whiskey that made the throat burn. "are yer writin' a letter to the night king or what?" brianna asked, continuing to bounce the baby up and down softly in her arms, spinning around with her. "tell him i said hello at least."