the red witch

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Details at Frank Sorbier Couture F/W 2014

[zarrasatheredwitch]

xwyllamanderly‌:

Blonde brows rose at the priestess’ answer.  “I cannot imagine having such a certainty in my own destiny as that.  Or perhaps not certainty, but at least a compass guiding you along.”  If only things could be so easy amongst the Westerosi, with one truth and only that truth.  But it was a naive idea when put up against so many faiths and families, but the concept of a simple solution was comforting when the summit became tedious.

A snort of laughter quirked her nose, and Wylla sounded perhaps more rude than curious, though it was not her intention.  “Though one might wonder why your Lord sent you to Westeros, when His foothold here is not so strong.  But far be it from the humble likes of me to puzzle out a deity’s reasoning.”

“It was unlike anything I have ever felt before when I first stared into the flames and saw a vision. The feelings I felt,” Zarrasa trailed off as she genuinely smiled at the memory. She had never been happier and proud that the Lord of Light had allowed her to see what she saw in the flames. That he let her see anything. “You would understand had you been in my position but we have only just met. Sad it has taken me this long to finally meet you, My Lady.”

“It will be a challenge here,” Zarrasa acknowledged. “There are many Gods that the people of Westeros worship and the Lord of Light is not favored amongst them. I will not be trusted,” she admitted to the Lady Wylla. “Nevertheless I came to this foreign land because he showed me that I meant to be here and that I am to help with the upcoming battle.”

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draqonmothcr‌:

where:  the kingsroad when:  mid-day who:  everyone !!

she peered over the dragons back to see the long train below.  the dothraki were leading as grey worm and his unsullied picked up the rear.  in the mix she could see direwolves , lions , speared suns and so many more.  a sense of hope welled up in her as drogon carried her forward.  then lavender eyes turned towards the horizon and where the army of the dead lay beyond.  it seemed as though they had a chance with all the armies of westeros united against the dead.

with a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips , she directed drogon downwards.  as his talons ripped up the earthen grasses , rhaegal and viserion called on him from above.  the black turned his massive head towards them and spread his wings once more.  she could still hear their excited calls to one another as they danced.

daenerys was greeted by qhono and a handful of his most trusted , along with daenerys most trusted.  kind words were exchanged with the bear before he alerted her to another approaching figure.  she turned and cocked her head to the right.  

❝  the forces we’ve ammassed are like nothing westeros has ever seen.  ❞  daenerys offered a smile as her eyes looked towards the marching legions.  ❝  is there anythng i can help you with ? ❞

The Red Priestess had a plan to ensure that she would beside and in the ear of a powerful leader. The specifics were still a mystery to her with so many things up in the air and the alliances so fragile current but Zarrasa had a plan. She would earn the trust of the Lord and Ladies around her and with their trust behind her ten she would seek council with the powerful figure heads in this war. One of them being, Queen Daenerys. Even she couldn’t deny the awe she felt when she watched the Queen’s dragons fly above all those marching. It was one thing to hear about the three dragons but it was another to see them with her own eyes. 

Zarrasa wanted nothing more than to seek council with the Queen and that was why she was throwing her plan out to speak to her even for a moment. She wasn’t sure how long she would be welcome or what the other woman thought of the Lord of Light but this was her chance. "It is something unlike anything I have seen before, Your Grace. I believe only you could gather the forces together to defeat our common enemy,” Zarrasa cooly declared. “I only wanted to introduce myself. I know you are incredibly busy, Your Grace.”

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■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Zarrasa’s living quarters are quite bare; she didn’t bring much along with her as she came to find herself a side to align herself with. She has her ornate gowns that she likes to dress herself in but she does like her bed to be comfortable and her room tidy in case of quests visit her quarters. 

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☆ - happy headcanon

Zarrasa has never been happier than when she first stared into the flames and saw a vision. The Lord of Light had gifted her the ability to see the future and she knew she was intended for something better. 

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Headcanon meme~

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jeyneofthewesterlings‌:

rocketcandycouture‌:

Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  Yes.  Do it.

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■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

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ൠ - random headcanon

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

[zarrasatheredwitch]

Lord of Light, cast your light upon us! Lord of Light, defend us! For the night is dark and full of terrors!

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xwyllamanderly‌:

It slipped Wylla’s mind for the briefest moment that she had made herself rather difficult to forget, when she had pressed green pigments into her hair.  Most people would know who she was on sight, and would certainly remember her after a few choice words.  People knew Wylla as the northern lady with green hair, so the smile on the red priestess’ face should have meant nothing at all.  And yet, and yet…it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, and she could not have said why.

“The pleasure is mine.”  Her mouth formed the polite words out of habit, giving her mind the space it needed to puzzle out this woman’s presence.  “Tell me, do you attend the summit out of interest, or at the behest of your Lord of Light, my lady?”

Zarrasa smiled back at the woman’s polite words. She had come here with a purpose and was set on achieving her goals but also knew that some may not trust her. She was unknown and relied on the Lord of Light to show her the way and with so many around her practicing other religions it would be easy to turn away from her. The politeness could be false but Zarrasa had to act that it was true and that the Lady was willing to listen and talk to her.

“I saw a vision,” Zarrasa confessed. “The Lord of Light showed me that I was meant to be here at the summit. Showed me what was happening in Westeros and I traveled far from Volantis to be here.” It was true what she said but that was all she knew. Zarrasa knew better to seek specific detail in her visions because it was when one focused on details that they could be proven to be correct or incorrect. She knew better to play herself a fool incase she interpreted something wrong and kept her cards close at hand. 

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xwyllamanderly‌:

Wylla stared, her expression verging on gawping before she fell into the reflexive and courtly formality of an introduction.  “My apologies, I am Lady Wylla Manderly, of White Harbour.”  Her words were quick and clear, and her eyes were unsubtle in their fascination with the woman’s beautiful clothing and proud bearing.  “And who are you, my lady?  I do not know the proper address for a priestess of your faith, be it ‘my lady’ or another’s tongue’s equivalent, so I hope you will forgive me if such a title is unworthy of your position.”

Her words were polite and measured, a credit to her upbringing, but an untamable curiosity was wild and bright in her gaze.  A priestess of R’hollor!  Wylla knew so little of that faith, its red temples and bright fires something seen in only a handful of places in all of Westeros.  What questions might she ask, without risking insult?  What could such a woman possibly ask of Wylla herself?  And amidst all these thoughts, it was the unknown answers made such a conversation all the more delightful.

“I know who you are,” Zarrasa stated as a smirk tugged at her painted lips. She was ornate when she didn’t need to be but she enjoyed the power that came with standing out. She could draw eyes to her because she refused to blend in and proudly stood out in her red garments in a sea of dark and often muted colors. “Nevertheless, a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” 

Zarrasa turned to fully look at the Lady Wylla Manderly of White Harbour. She too stood out with her green hair which the priestess greatly enjoyed. They drew attention from those around them and could easily command a room’s attention if they wished. They were similar in that way which was  Zarrasa was counting on; finding common ground and using it to her advantage. One stepping stone until the next one presented itself to her. “Zarrasa,” she answered. “But you may address me as you like, my lady.”

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Zarrasa stood with hands clasped in front of her as she waited. She watched as others passed by but didn’t say anything to those her passed her. She barely even acknowledged them as she waited. It would not not be long before the one she was seeking would near her and the red priestess was nothing if not patient. 

Finally seeing the face of the man she wanted to speak to, she stepped away from the building she found herself waiting at and headed towards Theon Greyjoy. She was zeroed in on the Lord who was not only the brother of the man who held control fo the Iron Fleet but was once the ward of Eddard Stark. At least that was what she believed but nevertheless he had connections and someone she wanted to spend her time with. “Lord Greyjoy,” Zarrasa stated once she was before the man she had been waiting for. “It is an honor to finally meet you.”

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[whoisladywindermere]

The thing is, I worship Melisandre

“Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.” ― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

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survivingpoole‌:

                   No time away could help Jeyne to forget how difficult & stressful her life in the South had been. Despite the long and arduous journey North to her home, it felt as though she had barely left -    a feeling which only made more prominent by the familiar faces which scattered the hallways. It may have been a different castle, but there was no mistaking the fact that she was right back in the viper’s nest.  She had been made different by her experiences in the South and then by her imprisonment in the Dreadfort. 

The sable-haired woman looked out of the window, observing the activities which were taking place in the chill. One boy was practising his archery, and it reminded her of when the Stark boys used to practice with Ser Rodrick.

❛  He appears to be enjoying himself, ❜ she commented to the person beside her, eyes never leaving the young boy who appeared to be growing more confident with every attempt. He had yet to fully hit the target, but that did not seem to deter him. ❛ The innocence of children, ❜ Jeyne added with an almost melancholic sigh. She remembered when she was that innocent, back when she believed that nothing could hurt her so long as she had the protection of her father’s sword and the friendship of Lady Sansa. 

Zarrasa stood out in her daring red dress compared to what others wore around her but she made no effort into fitting in. Anyone could look at her and see who she was which was what she wanted. She did not come to Westeros on a whim like others or following some leader who commanded her to come here. Rather she came on her own free will and was offering herself up her gift to the side willing to listen but right now there was no side she was favoring though that could easily change in a moment’s notice. “It is fleeting,” she cooly responded as she rounded on Lady Jeyne Poole. The Red Priestess stood tall, her back straight and her hands clasped before her as she glanced over at the dear frien of Lady Sansa, an important person in Zarrasa’s eyes. “That of a child’s innocence. Soon innocent will be a rarity amongst us.” 

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Georges Hobeika Spring ‘18 Couture 

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xwyllamanderly‌:

where: the crownlands, just off the coast from dragonstone

when: mid-morning, nearly midday

whom: anyone with a reason to be near a wild,mouthy, and rebellious green-haired lady of the north, or anyone without a reason

A soft, cool wind blew from the north, and Wylla leaned into it with a gentle smile on her lips.  She was not a gentle woman, and the image of a pretty-enough woman waxing poetic about a bit of breeze was likely a bit ridiculous.  This did not deter her from savouring this moment of home, nor did it make her suddenly into the soft, biddable thing her mother might have longed for in a daughter.  Wylla sat, eyes shut and expression peaceful as she let the wind comb through her garish green hair, freeing it from the haphazard Northern braid she’d attempted to tangle it into that morning.  This was likely the only moment of true peace she’d be afforded this day, and she reveled in it.

Mayhaps she had made a mistake in accompanying her uncle south.  Yes, there had been the chance to see familiar faces, and speak with new ones.  There had been the undeniable curiosity to seek new places and learn new secrets, but the newness had worn off as things became more dire.  The death of Ser Harland was proof enough that she could not be her normal mischievous, even frivolous self…and now her heart was torn in too many directions as she faced the choice ahead of her, as to who she must be to these bloody-minded people who would decide the fate of the world.

There had been good, simple comforts at home; the voice of her sister, her grandfather’s laughter, the new ships that might show themselves on the horizon, the honour of being amongst Northerners with utmost loyalty to their king, Robb Stark.  Here, though, she had been thrust into far more intrigue than her temperament had tolerance for, and Wylla had no skill in subtlety or court intrigue, and certainly less in lying.  She was, in all ways, herself; nothing had yet to change her from that course, and very little could ever hope to do so.  In what way then, could she possibly hope to serve King Robb, in this delicate, courtly world at Dragonstone?

The moment was broken by the sound of someone’s approach.  Her eyes snapped open, their fine colour interrupted by the black of a darkening and wary gaze.  “Yes, yes, what do you want?”  She bit out, turning to raise a pale brow in question to the one who approached.

The green haired woman was in her sights and the Red Priestess walked determinedly towards the Lady. Zarrasa knew she stood out in the intricate and ornate red gown that dragged along the grassy land as she neared the coast. “My Lady,” Zarrasa greeted as she came to stand right beside the woman in question. “I have not yet had the honor of formally meeting you.”

[zarrasatheredwitch]

 ♔  →  westeros  presents  ZARRASA,  the  RED  PRIESTESS  of  VOLANTIS.  a  raven  sent  word  that  she  bears  the  resemblance  to  SUMMER  BISHIL.  the  TWENTY-SIX  year  old  FEMALE  was  CAPTIVATING  &  OBSERVANT  before  the  dawn  of  war,  but  have  now  become  MISGUIDED  &  OPPORTUNISTIC.  when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of  STARING  INTO  BLAZING  FLAMES, BEAUTIFUL  RED  AMULET  AROUND  HER  NECK, RED  INTRICATE  DESIGNED  GOWNS.  whispers  throughout  the  seven  kingdoms  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  THEMSELVES,  but  fealty  means  little  when  you  play  the  game  of  thrones.  

So I love playing opposites and Zarrasa is the complete opposite of my bby Gendry! I’m super excited to finally have her here, I’ve been toying with a second character since I joined (a week ago) and of course had to do it! Let me know if you want a power hungry priestess in your life ;)

headcannons

Left Volantis to help her own personal standing and status in the up coming wars; she wants to settle herself in an allegiance where her gifts are both important and highly respected. 

She is extremely power-hungry and solely out for herself; she would sway in whatever direction that looked best for her and she would have zero issues switching allegiances if something better came along for her and they could promise that she would be safe since she switched sides to help another. She is only looking out for herself (and the Lord of Light). 

She wears a very ornate choker everyday with not one but three red amulets to signify exactly who she is and the power within her. She wants to be remembered and will wear the most intricate and beautiful red gowns so that every eye is on her and is listening to her when she speaks. She uses her beauty and ability to capture a room to relay her prophetic visions.

Very proud and thankful of the gifts given to her from the Lord of Light. She enjoys being able to look into a flame, fire, pyres to see the future. She will take her time looking into that fire to make sure she has enough time to interrupt it and not say whatever comes to mind first because she knows that people won’t trust her if she gets everything wrong. 

plotlines

I’d love to see her worm her way up the ladder and find herself whispering in the ear of someone rather important.

It would be interesting to her look into the flames and see something highly important that comes true which would therefore solidify her being there. She is power hungry and wants to see herself as the most powerful red priestesses even if it is only in her head because her opinion of herself is the only thing that matters.

I’d really love her to resurrect someone cause how cool would that me! That may be more important to her because it means the Lord of Light listened and answered her prayers and it would be even more amazing to her if she was able to do it more than once!

also GoT was so fucking good last night. My personal blog is just all GoT and Schitt’s Creek.!!

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Melisandre, Red priestess of Asshai aka The Red Woman