#starter convo

The warmth of Sun never suited her, North being the call of home and heart, soothing cool breezes and flakes many would solely complain of. However it could be forsaken at times, the warm flow of stew or steak ever the comfort after naught else, but sleet. So the huntress found her place within the inn nearby, all within seeming to wish leisure upon the welcoming arms of steam and spices. That unfortunately ended in no other place to take, a cloaked figure was who she bothered. – Would you mind? There is no seat free.

Please, fear not come closer, I was longing to see you, my dear Tyene. I have her much and more, your father had me intrigued I had to call for your visit. Were your travels well?

▹◊           Confoundment. At the very least. A visit from the Lioness who loved think the Seven kingdoms —-be most of them either in ashes or already in frost, was naught short of the last the lady of hold would have expected. Nevertheless it would have been rude, a decline, wars were started for less. As if, the thought the slightest prospect being non-existant bemused her, however it held her not away from taking each and every step with the most foresight she could measure. – Your grace. – As the delegate reached the great harbour, her own of a hundred with flags for both parties in the waiting, the rider in silver was the first to reach the Queen. – ’Tis an honour to have you in our hold.

▹◊              Trips such as this one werre naught unknown           small research in means of better evaluation, artefacts           oft more, than not turn out be of greater value, than            most shops would have given them, trips where a           contractor wished learn more of a specific item or term           for whatever reason --of course there was no place           to ask for those.

                 Rays of Sun pierced through thick carpet of clouds,           the weather so similar to one of home, pines neverending           gave the road for the small town its charm. People seemed           either overly friendly or not at all, a room settled in the            small hotel was enough. 

                  Relief was the scent of sea, waves crashing against           cliffs nearby, soaked sand crumbling underneath boots a           solace. Jet-lag was a mean to get through, creeping cool           wind she thought would keep her awake long enough for           nightfal. A mindless wander until she could still spot the           start her trek came of, time flew by soon and rocks seemed           unfamiliar, shore alien, a sigh of ease came when seeing           a figure not far. - Sir! - Feet hastened their pace to meet           up with whoever it was. - Sir,                                                   ----------------good day, hello                                                   I'm sorry, but where is the way           for the freeway parking lot? I'm afraid I wandered too far.

▹◊              Becoming it was, the warmth of Sun during              the stroll through harbour, the wind however came              unkind, spiriting all able to taverns nearby, the hot              tea or Sothoryosi sweet, even the Dornish bitter fell              a luring thought to all with a sore throat. None free              besides a table, the lady of hold nodded towards              whomever hid behind their cloak —-guards not far               behind would certainly make their impression, were              there any thought of malintent. - I do hope you do              not mind. Seems the wind expelled most from the              harbour, there is no other seat.

▹◊             - Boy! BOY! - Shouts came in haste, while feet almost             stumbled, the rush of fear washing through at the prospect of             wounding the undeserved. The beast ran faster towards him,              arrows hanging out of the deer as if it were a porcupine. A stop             however and it dropped, when another hit its leg, sliding in             dirt to the feet of the man. Breathless, the hunter ran near them             holding a side and a bow with the other hand. - You are one of             the luckiest deaf men I've ever seen.