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open to all! in your character's domain!
She stepped onto land, having spent what felt like an eternity at sea, and was utterly ready to go full tourist mode and sea what each place she went to had to offer. And right now? Her first stop was somewhere with decent food. "Excuse me," she said as she ran up to the first person she saw, "you look like you know your way around here. Do you know a good place to get some food?" she asked, tilting her head with a raised brow
OPEN STARTER.
in the bitterness of post-battles, piperette falls upon her pan pipe to ease in the mornings after. sure it was an accquired taste but even she had begun to be one herself in between the hostility of her dornish links, yet she couldn't bear to end up like them in all factors of impatiences. was that foolish? whose to know. but the tune to grace the rising dawn was simple, made to perfect the glow in between her eyes before a sudden nudge beside her, "do you mind?"
Open Starter Setting: Before the tourney started
The tourney grounds had begun to stir long before the first horns would sound. Knights passed between pavilions with pieces of armor slung beneath their arms, attendants hurried along with banners and cups of watered wine, and the distant clatter of steel carried easily through the morning air. Rosalyn had chosen the quietest corner she could find, claiming a small table that had since disappeared beneath flowers, silk ribbon, and a length of pale linen stretched neatly between her hands. Her needle moved with careful precision through the cloth, a small golden rose slowly taking shape in one corner of the handkerchief. Every so often she glanced toward the wreath of woven stems and blossoms resting beside her. Comparing the two favors as if the decision required very serious thought.
“Tell me,” without looking up from her work, she addressed the figure standing nearby, assuming it to be one of the attendants passing through."If you were a knight, would you rather receive a handkerchief or a wreath as a favor?” She paused, studying her work from another angle before continuing. “Pardon the presumption, of course. I do not know if I will be asked for a favor at all,” A faint smile touched her lips. “But I would rather be prepared than embarrassed.”
Where: Water Gardens
Who: open to everyone!
Eleana sat on the edge of her favorite fountain, sulking. Everyone else may have been enjoying the wedding and the new era of peace but Eleana certainly was not. How could her mother be so careless with her own children? Using them as a sacrifice to those cruel invaders would only make everyone's life worse.
She crossed her arms as she listened to the gentle gurgle of the fountain. Any guests that made it her way earned a chilling glare. One guest was bold enough to approach the young princess despite her glares.
"I suppose you're enjoying all this?" Eleana muttered with an annoying tone. The usually generous Princess was not in the mood to celebrate.
status: open (0/2) location: dornish desert event 001 — desert caravan ride
The caravan reached one of the sheltered rest stops and most of the guests on the excursion sought the shade. Daerion had come to find he much liked the warmth of the Dornish sun, however, and wandered instead towards a grouping of strange desert plants growing against a fluted pillar he thought he recognized from his studies at the Citadel.
He crouched before them and gently touched a gray-green shrub, this one he knew stored water in its roots so it never died in between the sparse desert rains. Another plant at its base had tiny silver leaves and Daerion recalled that the guide had told them it was used in medicines.
The ruins called to him next and he followed triple arches to a dry well within the heart of the crumbling holdfast.
He took his time admiring the weathered mosaics and half-buried statues that the desert had not yet reclaimed. Time had dulled their colors and sand had scoured their faces but not their story. He found himself wondering about the people who had once walked these paths and whether they had ever imagined strangers from distant kingdoms would one day stand where they had.
The soft crunch of boots over sand and stone drew him from his thoughts.
Turning, Daerion greeted the approaching figure with a warm, easy smile.
"Tell me, my liege," he said, a tone of playful curiosity in his voice, "how do you think the histories will remember this wedding?"
When: the first night- Illumination of the Red Keep, during the fireworks display Where: the outside courtyard Capping at 5 ( 5/5 )
One minute, she had been clapping and laughing enthusiastically as she watched in delighted awe over the magnificent fireworks that were illuminating the night sky in a myriad of dazzling colours. The next a terrible wave of dizziness hit her and Maris found herself stumbling to the nearest wall to steady herself from fainting. What was wrong? Shouldn't the early month symptoms be over by now? She was already more than halfway through the fourth month and was about to break the news soon to the Tullys, her beloved husband included. Had she over-exerted herself today? The latter was a strong possibility. She should have taken a longer nap but she didn't want to miss the torch-lighting ceremony in support of her beloved mothers-in-law nor did she want to miss the dazzling firework show. Pressing a palm over her face as she leaned against the cool stone wall, Maris then tried to calm herself down.
open starter ! setting: lemonwood, early afternoon post-affray.
the chaos had given way to a sort of uneasy calm. the amusement he'd derived from the brawl and its immediate consequences had died down as he picked his way through what remained of the grand encampment. myles moved as carefully as anyone who'd had as much to drink as was sloshing about in his system possibly could. funny, he thought, that the best night ( or morning ) of sleep he'd had in recent times had been under a collapsed pavilion. a snuffled laugh escaped voluntarily and he kicked something underfoot out of the way and he muttered to himself, "when fate hands you lemons..."
pale eyes scanned their surroundings lazily, zeroing in with impressive accuracy upon a prize among the rubble. "throw them back in your most gracious host's faces, by the looks of it," he dove forward, collecting the stoppered decanter of dornish red and, in prioritising its safety over his own, entirely lost his balance. reached instinctively for whatever happened to be near enough, almost sending himself to the floor anew upon the realisation that it had been a person and not a post. "oops," myles breathed, a sheepish and apologetic smile blossoming as he straightened and released the unfortunate soul's clothing from his grasp. "forgive me, that was... unintentional. i must commend you on your... steadfastness, though. truly exemplary." he squinted them at a moment, draining his prize of a not-insignificant amount before continuing. "i must ask, is the impression of a watchtower intentional, or are you unwell? or searching for something?"
location: grand bazaars open starter (2/5)
the winding walls had transformed into something almost unrecognizable. where familiar streets ordinarily carried the steady rhythm of daily life, they now overflowed with voices in different accents, laughter weaving effortlessly between merchants calling out their wares and musicians whose melodies drifted through the warm afternoon air. richly dyed silks stirred overhead in the breeze, casting fleeting shadows of crimson, saffron, and sapphire across the stone beneath her feet. the scent of cinnamon and cardamom lingered alongside citrus blossoms, while somewhere nearby a brazier crackled beneath skewers of spiced lamb.
amira wandered at an unhurried pace, pausing wherever something managed to catch her eye. a merchant from lys demonstrated delicate glasswork that shimmered like captured seawater. further along, an elderly woman from the east patiently explained the meaning behind embroidered patterns stitched into bolts of silk, each one carrying the memory of a different city, a different family, a different life. amira listened with quiet fascination, asking thoughtful questions before thanking the woman with a smile that lingered long after she'd moved on.
by the time she reached another stall, a small collection of parcels rested within the crook of her arm. none were intended for herself. a carved wooden toy for one of her younger cousins. a ribbon dyed the color of ripe pomegranates that reminded her of a lady she'd befriended only days before. a pouch of fragrant mountain herbs she thought the castle's maester might appreciate. when was the last time someone bought something just because she would love it?
it was while examining a tray of small, hand-carved trinkets that she sensed another presence beside her. lifting her gaze from the display, she met the stranger with an easy, welcoming smile before stepping just enough to grant them room.
"i fear i may have spent rather more time here than i'd intended," she admitted with a laugh, her eyes returning briefly to the crowded stall before settling once more upon them. "though every merchant seems to have another story worth hearing."
her gaze drifted toward the bustling market stretching beyond them.
"have you found anything that's tempted you yet?"
