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 TWO CROWNS, icebreaker event w/rhaella
 Posted on: Mar 21 2018, 06:27 PM
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Riverlands
DOM IS Offline
HOUSE
TULLY
AGE 25
BLOOD STATUS HIGHBORN
OCCUPATION RIVERLANDS PRINCE
REPUTATION
UNKNOWN
3
POSTS
30
CAPITAL
TWO CROWNS
The courser that the Riverlands prince rode was a blood bay, as red of mane and coat as his rider’s windswept locks. Though, beneath the shade of towering, clustered trees, the fire within both of their hues was much subdued, auburn verging on brown.

Garbed in dark riding leathers, a sash of gold-stitched emerald velvet tied around his waist and a bone-white spear secured to his saddle, Greydon walked his steed forward, slowly, leisurely. Without a bow or hounds. And without any guards or riding companions.

Alone in the quietness that filled the seemingly deserted stretch of his kingdom.

The trees began to grow more widespread, standing more thinly, less towering. Soon enough, forest would change to grassy hills, and perhaps farmland. Though, before that, Greydon and courser came across what once might have served as a road, cutting through the land, but had begun to fall into disrepair, seemingly forgotten and unused. A river trickled slowly not far off to the side of it.

Bringing his horse to a stop, beside the river, Greydon unsaddled and left him to graze. For the moment, loosening his breeches to relieve himself.

After all, just who could be around to disturb their prince in that moment?

RHAELLA VELARYON

 Posted on: Mar 21 2018, 10:45 PM
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Crownlands
TSUNDERE IS Offline
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VELARYON
AGE 19
BLOOD STATUS HIGHBORN
OCCUPATION HOUSE LADY
REPUTATION
UNKNOWN
3
POSTS
25
CAPITAL
she is on her way to riverrun; rhaella gave ample notification of her arrival but the riverlands castle but her travel ends up being hindered by events she was unable to anticipate or evade. one her guards fell ill with a sickness the lady never witnessed before but she was unwilling to abandon the retainer who tirelessly served her father and now herself. unfortunately, he does not recover and they carry his remains in their convoy, a promise that will return him to their home of driftmark.

her courser finally crosses over to the riverlands on a particularly nondescript day. rhaella's steed is likened to the mood the day sets; particularly plain and indistinct but still evidently stems from an impressive heritage. the velaryon lady is closely followed by her guardsmen, whose eyes remain as wary and vigilant as her own. she is acquainted with the neighboring realm, aware of routine scouting that is known to be conducted on the boundaries of the country. her banners are carried directly behind her, alleviating the worry of being mistaken as a caravan of bandits.

rhaella's horse is commanded to a slight trot when she takes notice of a well groomed steed whose saddle bags appear opulent to the lady. one of her house guards signals her to remain behind them, but her face sets itself into a look of intent as she urges the equine forward to better peer at the scene before them. she nearly slides out of her saddle gracelessly when caelum bursts out into hearty laughter. his hand raises and her amethyst gaze follows to where he points: the comedic sight of a man relieving himself at the riverside.

"you're leaving your back vulnerable," rhaella remarks, her voice loud enough to be acknowledged by the man. "the ideal target for a brigand." rhaella's words are light to denote she is not to be considered a bandit.

GREYDON TULLY
SUCH SHIT OMG I'M SORRY
FIFTEEN FLARES IN THOSE OCEAN EYES
 Posted on: Mar 23 2018, 05:00 AM
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Riverlands
DOM IS Offline
HOUSE
TULLY
AGE 25
BLOOD STATUS HIGHBORN
OCCUPATION RIVERLANDS PRINCE
REPUTATION
UNKNOWN
3
POSTS
30
CAPITAL
TWO CROWNS
Believing himself alone, Greydon’s breeches were already low, his hands occupied and the sound of his piss a soft echo against the river’s waters before his ears perked at the familiar sound of horse-hooves striking earth and the heavy jangling of assorted metals. Approaching from his right side – from his blind side, Greydon could not see who was approaching him, but, from sound alone, their approach was quick, too quick for him to do more than to glance at his steed from the corner of his gaze. At his saddle, where the pale form of his spear was fastened and, graciously, just within his arm’s reach. Should he need it.

He didn’t immediately cease and reach for his pants. Bandits or just the common traveler, people often sympathized with fools, or at the very least underestimated them. Whoever the riders were, Greydon’s ears detected that there were four or more of them. But it wasn’t until after the loud masculine guffawing, at the softer, bemused feminine tone that followed after, did Greydon turn both his head and body to face them.

For them to get a better view, not at his vulnerable state of somewhat partial undress, but of his face. Of his left eye, the bright and lush green of leaves fresh in Spring, peering from beneath careless fiery strands of windswept hair, and the patch of dark leather, which covered where his right eye ought to have been.

”Why, are you warning me that there are brigands nearby that I should be concerned about?”

His smile was small but warm, as his one eye met her own lilac stare. Holding, if for but a moment, before he promptly looked away, respectfully. Partially. He also made to take in the small retinue in which she traveled with. They seemed to be an armed escort, and their garments were dirty from the road, suggesting that they had been riding for some time. But it was aquamarine banners that they carried that was most telling to Greydon and which also put him at ease. A silver seahorse against sea-green. It was the sigil of House Velaryon, Greydon recognized from his studies.

And remembered that a message had arrived at Riverrun more than a week ago, stating that Lady Rhaella of House Velaryon meant to pay king and kingdom a visit. Neither prince or lady had ever before met, but Greydon had heard it said that, like House Targaryen, the Blood of Old Valyria still ran strong in Velaryon veins. With gemstone eyes, ivory hued skin and shortly-worn silver hair, Greydon rather suspected that she was Rhaella.

Finally acting to pull-back-up and to re-fasten his breeches, Greydon bowed his head, a short gesture that was meant as both a polite greeting and a gesture of embarrassed apology. ”Ah, my apologies that you had to find myself so … inelegantly, my lady. Few ever come this way, and I rather thought that I was alone.”

Pausing, shortly. Greydon returned his gaze back to hers, fixing her with a curious stare. ”I am curious how is it that you’ve found yourself so far from the Kingsroad, Lady Velaryon?”

RHAELLA VELARYON

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