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it is far too early for her to retire to her chambers,  seeking the rest she knows she will not get.   once,  sleep had merely been elusive,  a stranger she chased unsuccessfully through long nights,  but her arrival to kingâs landing has turned it into a foe almost hostile.   every time she closes her eyes,  her mind conjures terrible images that continue to haunt her even across sunlight,  and thus she chooses to wander   â   this time,  she remains within the walls of the red keep,  attempting to outrun the suffocating confines of her own thoughts.   cool air brushes her skin as she comes to rest against a stone ledge,  carrying the sound of a voice that does not quite manage to surprise her.   in the silence that follows,  she allows her gaze to drift upward,  to stare at the stars littering the sky.      â      they are.   although,   i rather envy them for it.      â      her agreement arrives delicately,  for once lacking any vivacity.    a smile settles on her lips,  small,  nostalgic.   when you were a child,  you used to believe the stars were watching.   that somewhere above your world,  they were keeping score,  of all your sorrow and all your joys.      â      imagine how irritating it must be, however,  to spend eternity looking down upon us.      â      viserraâs expression morphs as her eyes finally slide toward her companion,  smile shifting into the echo of a smirk.      â      would you not avoid our troubles,  too?      â       Â
she had not expected to see the princess when she turned , though she didn't let surprise etch itself on her face - no , instead her face remained as soft and neutral as it usually did . " i understand how you feel , " things became so complicated so quickly . to be a star would be to be above it all , above her troubles - above the ironborn , the throne , the desires of her stupid childish heart . tala laughs softly , her gaze turning back up to the sky as the princess speaks . " oh i'm sure it's the most irritating - looking down and having to watch the starks for all eternity ? " her tone is in jest , eyes as bright as the lights in question . for a moment her mind drifts as irises land on the cool stone and her fingers begin to draw patterns on the shaped material . " but it would never be boring , surely . at least a good portion of it wouldn't be , i'm sure the stars have had their fill of many of the things we might be fond of , " honey eyes lift , turning toward the young woman . " avoid , yes , but i would surely live for the drama . and to look down and see all the beautiful women who shine beneath my light , of course . "
   she  blinks  once,  turning  her  gaze  up  to  the  sky.  whatever  dove  had  come  to  say  to  her  cousin  now  lost  as  she  attempts  to  find  what  has  tala  waxing  poetic.  â  ⊠ yes  ⊠ the  stars  ⊠ â  begins  slowly  as  she  joins  tala  at  the  railing.  â  they  are  very  ⊠ yes  ⊠ â  tries,  and  fails,  to  match  the  same  tone  of  reverence,  even  allows  a  beat  of  silence  again.  â  right,  so  to  whom  will  you  be  giving  your  favor  ?  anyone  special  ?  â the  slightest  shimmy  of  her  shoulders  as  a  pointed  grin  stretched  her  lips.      Â
tala can't help but laugh at her cousin's tone . " i didn't mean to be so prosing , my dovely , " she said , leaning and joining her arm around dove's . " who would want my favor other than sevan ? " a question said with a dismissive tone , but she knows the answer . a lady of the reach whom she would like nothing more than to bestow her favor too and receive one in turn . " i fear i am more prone to seeking favor than receiving it .... at least in terms of sport , " the westerlander smiles , disconnecting her arm so she could fully face the girl . " and you ? will you present your favor to anyone ? "
closed starter : @fromashe , intended for seraphina , after the execution - day three , the nightmarket .
the night air was refreshing , not too cool - just enough to take some of the heat off without her needing to fetch a shawl . there were vendors lined up , hawking wares and filling the air with the scent of grilled meat and spiced veggies - she'd need to sample before the eve's end . one stall had an array for essosi dresses , honeyed eyes widening as she approached . the individual selling them said they make them by hand themself , and if no colors suited her fancy that others could be ordered and shipped ( for a higher price of course ) . " they're gorgeous , " tala said , her smile one to rival the sun that would rise in the morn . a soft purple one caught her eye , making note to get that for dove as it would look divine on her - but for now she held up two , one of a coral color with longer sleeves but slits along each side of the skirt , and the other a color like teal , without sleeves but with a plunging neckline and long skirt . " i'm not sure which one i like more ........ "
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she'd been to much more debaucherous places , but it was the most fun she'd had in years - the downfalls of maturing , of caring for something more than yourself for once . tala plucks a bit of cheese from a tray as she passes , behind her an array of bodies in positions that defy common sense . eventually she finds what she's looking for , glasses of dornish gold that she cannot wait to drink . her fingers just clasp the glass when a familiar voice reaches her ears . " lady falyn ? " she says with surprise , honey eyes widening .
her throat closed . how could one person be so beautiful ? a flush of her own began to form , painting her cheeks a lovely shade of rose - unfortunately not something that could be blamed on the wine . " i'm --- distracting myself i suppose , " tala laughs , noticing a strand of the other's hair out of place and reaching out to gently put it back in it's place . as if no time had passed . as if they were still beneath the trees of castamere gardens . her hand lingers a few seconds before falling to herself , fingers twitch for a moment before she clenches them to sooth their ache . " i'm surprised to see you here , though admittedly i'm glad for the familiar face . "
closed starter : @arcan3ly , intended for edmure , after the execution - day three , the great breakfast .
unlike some , tala had been in an excellent mood since the execution of lady greyjoy - she help no love for the ironborn , maybe pity for some , but usually it was exclusively contempt that she felt toward them . so it was with a bright , warm smile that she made rounds through the great breakfast , plucking a peach from a passing servant's try and carefully biting in to avoid the pit . the sun was shining , the fruit was just perfect , and an ironborn was dead - what was there not to be happy about ? she gently wipes juice from her lips and she finishes her bite , eyes catching site of one of their lovely hosts . " lord fossoway . lady tala farman , " she introduces herself , giving a bow of her head - less her aunt find out she was not showing proper respect . " thank you for the lovely breakfast in the late lord lannister's honor . as part of the westerlands , i can say that the lord's death is greatly felt and came as a shock . you've done a great kindness for her ladyship , and as one of her humble vassals i thank you again . "
closed starter : @retrouviel , intended for myrcella , after the execution - day two , the wreath making .
crafts were never her strong suit , the art of weaving nor the talent of needlework were granted to her - no matter how she tried . and yet here she was , intending to make a wreath for sevan on her own before she knew she would eventually flop herself before dove and seek her expert assistance . " this shouldn't be this hard , " she muttered to herself , threading ribbon with flexible wood with more pressure than should actually be needed . for a moment she thinks she's done it , and a vocalization of joy leaves her - her face dropping all too quickly though when she actually looks . it was decidedly not a circle . " i made a triangle , how is that possible , " she groans , honeyed eyes lowering .
the one good thing about the whole of the events was that it had allowed her to see her dear elder sibling , it had been too long since they'd seen each other face to face - and now having said goodbye for the evening she found herself feeling a little melancholy . a sigh leaves her lips , floating into the night air as she leans against the stone ledge looking out onto a keep not quiet ready for bed . " they're pretty , aren't they ? " she asks as footsteps approach . " the stars - pretty and avoidant of all the troubles the plague us . " from her a humorless chuckle , envious even .
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she has never favored wearing black , but like most things it suited her well - though she wouldn't make mention of that out in the open . farman fair settles in beside reyne cousin , somehow gracefully licking salted honey from her fingertips as she finishes off a pastry saved from breakfast . " perhaps it is some ill omen , " natural rasp of her voice soothed by the sweet . " the gods , punishing our liege overlord , " her voices pitches , making it clear that her words are merely for play . eyes turn to the leaves he carries , she remembers as a child wanting to try it so badly because she simply wished to have pink teeth - she missed the fantasy of childhood . " is it working ? "
ââŽïžËïœĄâ   (  farman a , kylie verzosa , 29 , cis woman , she / her ) the hand of the late king welcomes tala farman,  the ward of castamere, to the kingsmoot. the realm knows them to be steadfast and patient, but the master of whisperers has unearthed information that speaks to their stubborn  and uncommunicative tendencies. to dream of them would be to dream of tongue tinted from arbor red - that lashes out with vile words as easily as saccharine prose flows from it around those she loves / ' a woman's worth is not in favors of domesticity , nor is it her weight in gold - it's in her mercy which you should feel lucky to receive ' / femme figure , skin kissed by golden sun , eyes like pure dark honey , draped so often in silks and tule of essosi origin / desires that she can never fully express , words failing her more than she wants , clawing from behind her closed mouth like a wounded animal claws that the bars of a cage . they themselves dream of house reyne on the throne. time is an unwieldy mistress, and only she may tell who will sit the iron throne when the dust settles.
- key stats.
name , tala farman . age , twenty nine . title , lady of fair isle & ward of castamere . gender / pronouns , cis woman & she + her . orientation , homosexual . allegiances , house farman & house reyne . languages , common tongue & tyroshi . religion , faith of the seven . eye color , honey brown . hair color , dark brown . dominant hand , right . height , five foot & six inches .
- deep facts.
virtues , loyal & caring & selfless . vices , willful & evasive & wine . weapons of choice , two daggers kept strapped to her thighs . moral alignment , lawful neutral . character inspirations , mina murray & mary of scots ( reign ) & lizzie bennet . parents , names tbd . siblings , one tbd . extended relations , house reyne . marital status , single .
- history.
fair isle was a fitting name to the birthplace of tala farman , for she was as fair as a spring's day . though as she grew she would be remiss to say that faircastle was her home - when truly that moniker belonged to castamere . warded there to her aunt on the cusp of her maidenhood , it was there that much of her formative growth happened . her aunt taught her to be a lady true but it was her experiences that formed her as she is now .
books on history , art , arithmetic - they all rotated in her hands , finding that she was not so smart as to remember everything on first go but once she read or practiced a third or forth time it never left the library of her mind . one would often her in the stacks of books , hands carefully bandaged to prevent the wounds of unskilled needlework from contaminating pages .
at a ball at castamere is even where first true love bloomed . a visitor - between them formed a fast friendship , her days consumed by their presence and her nights riddled with the thought of them . it was they whom she gave her first kiss , they whom she gave everything . even when they parted finally a promise was made to exchange letters , to visit often . tala wrote and wrote but nothing came back to her , breaking her heart .
from this came the vow to keep her heart within herself , to give some but never all , less she be burned and broken again . as of late she has been more focused on the needs of her people , the people of fair isle . the ironborn continue to wreak havoc upon their shores , a reyne upon the throne could stop this vile behavior , and rid westeros of the iron way for good .
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