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Tessarion!

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( freddie fox, cis male, he / him ) HARK! I believe the heralds are announcing the arrival of TRISTON HIGHTOWER, the THIRTY-FIVE year old, RULING LORD of HIGHTOWER. They are known to hold loyalty towards THEIR HOUSE and little birds sing of them being EMPATHETIC & INTELLIGENT. When one dreams of them, images of “the last light before dawn, incense that smells like moss, lavender, sage, and amber, and smiling even though you’re sad” comes to mind. However their ANXIOUS and OVERLY CAUTIOUS nature can make for difficult times. Time will only tell what their true intentions are.

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writtengriffin

I got inspired by this post

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petaltexturedskies

Mary Oliver, from "Porcupine" in Devotions: Selected Poems

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sword-born

Although in some respects Daeynara was eager to explore Dorne, in others she felt tentative about their presence there. As grand a welcome as the Martells intended and the show of alliance the wedding itself would be, she was still keenly aware of how little many under the Dornish sun thought of the Targaryen name. The war was over in reality but perhaps not in many of the people's minds. Stirred back from her thoughts by the present moment by her brother's movement, the princess hurried to keep up. Pausing as her twin did, the Targaryen let out a small sigh. "I suppose we can only hope the records are favorable and fond...but that is unlikely, I am sure." She noted thoughtfully. "Surely all that time at the Citadel has given you the answer to this, brother?" Dae added, a mild note of playfulness entering her tone.

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Daerion studied his twin in stolen glances, careful only to look when her gaze was focused elsewhere. He searched her face for some sign of secret strain or weariness.

He had made every effort to see her when he had been an acolyte at the Citadel and she divided her days between Dragonstone and the Aegonfort but it had never been enough, their visits had always been too few and too brief. Time had gone by whilst neither of them was looking and they had grown into themselves in the space between partings, changing so gradually that only their reunion made it obvious.

She was no stranger, it was not as bad as that, but he found she was not as easy for him to read as when they were children.

Daeynara herself had not even given him cause for the alarm but Daerion had never needed reason to worry for his sister — it was simply his nature where his family was concerned. More so for his twin always but especially of late, as the dreams that plagued her seemed to come more often, each leaving some mark she tried too hard to hide.

There was light in her this day, however, whatever darkness haunted her nights now had not followed her into the sun. Her playful smile came easily to her face, bright enough that he found himself smiling despite himself.

"I think we all pray the Seven smile upon us so," he said. "To be remembered kindly is a mercy few are granted."

A soft laugh escaped him at her question, "I fear you credit me with more wisdom than fourteen years at the Citadel ever bestowed." He shook his head. "If all those years taught me anything, it is that history is never a single tale. It is a hundred voices quarreling over the same truth, each convinced the others lie."

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status: closed to @glittxeringgold location: dorne dunes event 001 — desert caravan ride

Emeric had ridden this route many times before. He knew every rise and fall of the golden dunes, every stand of Sandbeggars, and every sun-bleached ruin half-swallowed by the sands. He knew the stories that went with them as well. His father was an Orphan of the Greenblood so they were not so distant to him as they were to others in Dorne, their tales had been his bedtime tales and cradle songs long before maesters had taught him his histories.

Some amongst the guides were even kin to him, cousins twice removed and a great aunt and at one shaded stop still to come, he knew one of his father's natural born children, his half-sibling, was awaiting their arrival. Such meetings were common enough along the Greenblood, the river remembered its own.

Still, there was joy in seeing it all through unfamiliar eyes. Watching the others take it all in — their wonder, their questions, the spark of discovery lighting their faces — made the old sights seem new again.

Besides, it gives plenty of time to spend with friends, old and new.

Emeric nudged his camel onward with a light press of the heel of his boot. The beast shifted into an easy trot with no further direction, carrying him as smoothly as his own sand steed would.

It had been too long since he had last seen Princess Eleana Martell. Not since he had left his place in the service of Sunspear and returned to Starfall to assume his new duties as ruling Lord.

He drew alongside her with an easy smile.

"Behaving yourself?" he asked, cheerful as ever.

Emeric suspected he already knew the answer.

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HOUSE DAYNE OF STARFALL is a noble house from Starfall in Dorne. They are among the principal houses sworn to House Martell. The Sword of the Morning is a title given to a Dayne knight who is considered worthy of wielding the greatsword Dawn, a blade said to be created from the heart of falling star. Their blazon is a white sword and a falling star, crossing on a lavender background. A cadet branch of the family are the Daynes of High Hermitage.

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notalicent

SILVERWING — 2.07 | "The Red Sowing"

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instead of a brain there is a mini haunted house in my head

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Doctor Who The Lodger | 5.11

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10 Things I Hate About You dir. Gil Junger | 1999

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FORBIDDEN FRUITS 2026 | dir. Meredith Alloway

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what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

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