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good morrow —

maris ! good morrow my lady (😊)

@SpacewizardL on her beltline, open palm feeding the horse as she smiled up at it “ Syrax, she was the dragon of one of my ancestors — also the name of one of the Valyrian goddesses. ” ㅤㅤ Valnyra nodded matter of fact.

@SpacewizardL her father was a virtuous and just man, and better yet someone who knew how to stall for when she would eventually change and clean up before meeting the high septon— despite her disinterest all together. ㅤㅤpatting the mares neck before reaching in a small sack settled ↴

🐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞.ᐟ Good morning replies soon :]

🐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞.ᐟ Limit reply thread just in case.

/ if ur defending the limit and telling ppl to adapt just bc YOU aren’t here writing every day and aren’t getting large interactions i dont wanna hear it dawg. we ain’t adapting to shit. not when it’s ruining a hobby ppl use as escapism.

@SpacewizardL of her horse, having the mare stop short of the kingsguard without kicking up mud. “ I see no reason why I can not be a tad bit late, the high septon did not request a meeting with me specifically ” as stubborn as her father, having no desire to be fitted in silks.

@SpacewizardL there were few and far in between chances where she did not have to be the dutiful daughter of the realm, standing next to her father with her hands folded neatly in front of laced dresses. ㅤㅤa smile upon her lips as she chewed the inside of her cheek, moving the reigns ↴

@hiswarriorson i do not think we would need more than you, ser just a simple visit to the market ( she nods, hating the swarm of house guards whenever she stepped foot outside of the red keep .)

@SPEARSHEIRESS shall we fetch some of the household guard to accompany us, your grace .ᐣ ( a soft hum vibrates the white cloaks chest. it really would do them both good. )

princess , you are well .ᐣ ( 😳 )

@hiswarriorson we'll grab our horses then, I need out of this building ( a slight eager nod .)

@SPEARSHEIRESS ( that is one hell of a smile she has . . . ) we'll need our horses, your grace . . this city is a large one.

@hiswarriorson ( valnyra nearly beams at the idea of leaving the red keep, not many opportunities to do so. ) oh I would love that, I have not had a chance to visit the markets

@SPEARSHEIRESS i see, who knows where we might end up .ᐣ if you wish to exit the red keep, i know of a market near the docks that sells amazing fruits and vegetables. ( maybe some time out of this accursed castle will do them both some good. )

@hiswarriorson no no, it is alright you have done no harm. ( she forced a small smile clearing her throat and quickly brushing her hair over her shoulder .) Ah — no destination in mind, just simply walking the grounds before it becomes too blistering hot.

@SPEARSHEIRESS forgive me, princess . . i should not have- ( silencing himself before he said something else. glancing at the ring. her father's . . prince baelor's . . . ) do we have a destination in mind, your grace .ᐣ will we just go wherever our legs take us .ᐣ

@hiswarriorson ( staring ahead now as she walks, hands folded neatly in front of her but with the subtle fidget of a ring far too big for her finger, twirling it. her shoulders seeming to tense at the mention of sons .) you make a valiant point, ser . . .

@SPEARSHEIRESS ( looking towards the young dragon for but a moment to witness her profile catch the sun.. ) his legacy lives in you, your brother, your cousins.. his own sons too.

@hiswarriorson ( mismatched gaze slowly falls back ahead, a small frown .) I miss him as well.

@SPEARSHEIRESS ( his own gaze was kept forward, watching the path before her and himself so she does not accidentally trip. ) sea shanties certainly help fill the void of silence, your grandsire liked listening to them whenever i was posted outside his office. i miss him. . .

@hiswarriorson ( vals gaze now on him as she listens, a small laugh . ) that does sound awfully boring at times, how do you keep yourself from not daydreaming at your post ?

@SPEARSHEIRESS like anything in life it does have it's up and downsides, your grace. . . people have a tendency to think donning a white cloak is all battling bandits and slaying assassin's, most days it is walking around and making sure the king does not slip and fall down the stairs. . .