asha + alyra. / @ofblackwinds
in another life they were friends. asha had been a long harbored crush on alyra’s, through the majority of the time they’d known one another. in all the people that alyra was most loathe to see again, asha was unfortunately one of them. the lady reaper of pyke — oh how she wears that title well — knew too much about who the king in the north’s advisor used to be and not enough about who she was now and alyra didn’t know how to justify that change. in five years how much had she grown, had she suffered, had she changed ? asha didn’t see all that and alyra didn’t want to relieve it.
but that’s the funny thing about gods and fate and the way of the world. no matter how much alyra would have begged for it, no one was willing to spare her what she felt would be a painful interaction. she’d already made eye contact with the lady reaper and, by the time she realized what was happening, her feet were moving and she was on her way. what would she say ? how would she act ? how should she act ?
standing before asha, there was a bit of a dumb look on her face but it faded quickly as she seemed to remember herself. a representative of the north standing before the ruling body of pyke, old friends standing in front of one another. pieces of her were still the same. ❛ it’s good to see you, lady reaper. ❜ she said after a moment too long, crooked smile finally appearing. she is dressed differently now, but it suits her. what once was the vibrant reds of house mooton are now off white gowns and emerald green cloaks. ❛ it’s been too long. ❜ but pieces didn’t make a person.
