#aiyshas

though daenys moved with some urgency, an effort was made not to seem like someone with something to hide ─ as far as she was informed, there was nothing to hide. ( surely her mother would have said, if their fingers had been involved. surely. ) yet the knowing glint in perceon hightower's eyes was unsettling, partially because daenys did not like being kept in the dark, especially by a new and unexpected player. it was some comfort that she was not the only one left with much to ponder upon by his declaration, as most of the feast had descended into whispers, neighbor turning to neighbor to give voice to their speculation. the silver - gold glint of her hair gleamed, catching the eye as she slipped her slender arm through the space left by aiysha greyjoy, pointing out the roasted boar, apple stuffed in it's mouth, with one pale finger. ❝ ... do you know of whom he speaks ? ❞ surely she must know something. ❝ tell me an interesting tale and i will let you peek into our treasury when we are home. ❞

"Aiysha." Yerin greets. No title, nor formality. A measured smile, no warmth, though not icy either, just void, like her heart that aches with a loss still so fresh. Since they were children, Torwyn had been a trusted companion, friend, ally. When he finally returned with his bride, she had genuine joy for him to have found love, someone who understood and helped shaped his goals and ideals, Yerin's shared dreams. The friendship and alliance between houses had died with her son but Yerin would not let his death be in vain. She'd play the part, though with understandable distance, a loyal vessel house lead by a grieving mother, still united by a common objective.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, so they say. "I hope the journey here treated you well. You must be enjoying a return to land, far from the sea."