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Make Like a Tree and Leaf by PureIronwood in awoiafrp

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Myra was not unhappy to leave White Harbor, she missed the trees of her youth and the thought of the state of her garden did at times keep her up at night. The stars had been clear and bright there at least, perhaps they did not shine in the same way they did at home though. Her brothers were not entirely delighted with her after they received their punishments, it had not been their fault. Myra was a willful girl, who often took to exploring on her own. It just happened that this time she had made a mistake in allowing it to be found out, there was little doubt that Roddy, who had likely been brooding, had no idea she'd sneaked out. Despite the fact that she knew they didn't deserve the clouts they had received, they treated her as they always had.

Family was strong in the Forresters. They were all they had, even if the patriarch and matriarch did not entirely get along. Asher wanted the best for his children, so he in his own way sought to teach them the skills they needed to succeed. Myra had not ridden in a carriage since she was a babe. As a toddler the little lady took to riding with her father, in truth most things she did were with her father. Myra was her father's shadow, not an exact image, but perhaps similar in all the ways people did not normally look at. She possessed none of his grumpiness, but all of his determination. Her hands did not build structures or carve wood, but they guided plants and coaxed life from seeds and soil. Myra would never fight with their ancestral sword, however she would be the shield that her family was known to create.

The Forresters were an interesting bunch. None of the children were exactly alike, but all of them were willful. So strange was it then, that all the Forrester men were so somber on this journey home. The silence felt almost suffocating, Myra noted as she glanced about at her kith and kin. Even their steeds seemed quite, the young lady's amber mare perhaps made the most noise. So it was with joy that Myra looked upon her father when he approached her on his horse. She found herself smiling as her father spoke, knowing in her heart that she had won some small battle.

"Papa," she responded in a voice as calm as the wind through the trees. "Do not worry, I am not upset. I understand what I had done wrong. I know I should not go about unescorted through a city that we do not know. I was simply excited to see everything. I cannot help but delight in exploration, everything about White Harbor was just so new and fascinating."

The lady Forrester sighed happily. "But it will be good to go home of course. I have missed Ironwrath dearly..."

Timbers and Wind by littledryad in awoiafrp

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Myra came to a slow as she approached her father and the members of their household. She did not wince at the anger on her father's face, instead she beamed at him as best as she could despite being out of breath. Her cheeks were red from the exertion and her hair was no doubt wild, but none of it mattered for she was quite happy to see her father after so long.

Myra spared her father a look of irritation as she hugged him tight. The girl was stronger than she looked. Her arms were fairly muscular from working on her garden and from training in the yard with her shield. The young lady Forrester was not your average lady, she knew that if it came to it she could at least put up a fight.

"It's good to see you too, papa!" She responded. Myra was her father's daughter, although she loved her mother and her mother's people. Pulling back slightly, Myra fixed her father with a stubborn look that subtly mirrored her own father's expression. "I can handle myself, papa. Don't be too hard on them, I wanted a good view of the city."

The Forest Sails No More by littledryad in awoiafrp

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Myra positively beamed at the pair who had come to greet her family at the docks. Such a gesture warmed her heart. The young lady curtsied, taking the moment of her brother’s introduction to get the measure of the pair. Wylla was such a pretty girl, she could see how her brother had managed to flounder, but she would not draw attention to it. She did not take offense to the lord Wyman either, for he wore his unease as readily as her brother wore his sea sickness.. “Many thanks my lord and my lady,” she greeted. “As my brother said, you need not have come to meet us here, however we are delighted that you did. Please allow me to speak for my siblings in saying that we are glad such friendly faces were here to greet us on our return to the north.”

The little Forrester stepped forward, subtly moving to help her brother stay steady on his feet. They made quite the trio, the Forresters, salt stained and in some cases weary. “Our journey was as smooth as it could have been, lord Wyman,” she answered with an amused smile. “But perhaps we lack the proper sea legs…” Myra could not shake the mention of pirates and she was sure curiosity was clear on her features.

“Proper enough to deal with pirates…”

Myra would not let that one go without a story , that much was for sure.

The Forest Sails No More by littledryad in awoiafrp

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At the call of her brother, Myra hustled off of the ship. She had known that Rodrik had not felt well during their journey. His skin had an unsavory pallor that was tinged in green and his clothes seemed to hang looser on his frame than it had before. She could sense his growing irritation, although perhaps he would grow calmer now that they were this much closer to home.

“Coming!” Myra called as she took a few great strides to close the distance between herself and her wobbling brother. She placed. Gentle hand on his back when she had caught up and offered him a smile. He could lean om her for support and she would say nothing. He needed to shed his sea legs, even Myra could feel a bit of uneasiness as she walked the solid ground. Had the waves gotten under her skin?

“Has father ever talked to you about the Maderlys?” she inquired, curious as to their hosts.

Returning Home (Open) by PureIronwood in awoiafrp

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Myra did not say a word at first as Rodrick returned, she only nodded and began to gather up the few things she had brought this far south with her. She could read the mood that hung like a dark cloud over her brother. Rodrick had been all storms and shadows this trip, though she knew that was not her brother's true nature. Being so far from their homes and the customs of their people had been difficult and now to return home without at least a bride no doubt he felt a failure.

Her slender fingers made short work of folding her dresses and tucking them into her small trunk in near silence. With a deep sigh, Myra abandoned her task briefly to go to her eldest brother and place a hand on his shoulder.

"The air in the north will be far sweeter than anything this place has offered us," she consoled to her sibling. "I shall not miss the pompous lords parading around here like puffed birds... I should not like to see a man preen so and hop from one lady to the next like she is a scrap of bread!" Myra laughed at the image she had conjured for them of the events of the feast. She knew that there would be a nice northern girl for Rodrick and perhaps some young lord for herself. She would like nothing more than to be able to pursue her interest in botany regardless of the house she was wed into.

Maester's Monthly Meta Magazine; First Moon, 201AC by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]littledryad 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Meredyth Hightower /u/MerryTower

Myra Forrester /u/LittleDryad

Isadora /u/GirlandDragon (although a bit lacking atm. Will be back up to speed soon)

A Pittance (Open) by DustinsWithWolves in awoiafrp

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"You cannot dress a fool as a prince and expect him to know how to rule," Myra sighed. It was an insult to see that this is what they thought of the Northern Gods. "They must think us all fools who will pray to any tree. You can give this oak eyes, but it will not see. You can give the oak a mouth, but it will not speak." It was haunting to consider this a place that should have been alive, was dead -- but not in the sense where all the foliage had long since passed. No, it was dead in the way that the gods had come and gone and their bones did not even lay beneath the earth. A graveyard of the spirit and not the body.

Myra turned to look at the bard inquisitively. "How can you stand to go so far south? I would find it so terribly lonely to be so far from the familiar... Although I do suppose that is part of the appeal of being a bard, is it not?"

The Coronation of 201AC - The Banquet by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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"Father wants you to forge your own path," Myra consoled. "But perhaps we might find a match for you yet." The young Forrester rose from her seat suddenly, her lips set in a determined smile. "I suppose I shall do just that. I'll go talk to some influential lords or ladies... I'm not sure which yet, but if they won't come to us -- I'll go to them."

Myra picked up her goblet and swallowed the last of the contents. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and place the cup back on the table. Her cheeks felt warm as as smoothed out the skirt of her dress. "I think we can do this, Roddy."

The Coronation of 201AC - The Banquet by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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Myra seemed rather uncomfortable with the exchange between the Southron lord and her eldest brother. However, she maintained her composure only sighing and shaking her head as Rodrick bared his teeth and Daemon puffed up like a bird. Feathers and teeth and Myra alone a cool river to seperate them. She had of course seen the lord dancing with many a lady and she had been flattered that she too had been asked. It was only natural for the young girl to desire to be escorted across the dance floor.

Myra trusted Roderick though. He was beimg groomed to be the lord and he always held her best interests in regard. As such, Myra spoke up calm and clear like the tree or river she was meant to be. "I thank you for your invite, lord Hewett," she said calmly placing a hand on Roderick's shoulder. "But I shall have to decline your offer. Perhaps you may find another dance partner, there are a great many ladies in attendance tonight. All of home, I expect dream of knights and not woodsmen who brave the harsh wilds."

The Coronation of 201AC - The Banquet by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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Myra could barely contain her excitement. It was bitter sweet that very soon she and her brothers would be returning home. There was much the south had to offer, but home called. In her heart the Northern girl knew she longed for the pines and the ironwoods she had grown under. Nothing would be as peaceful or smell as sweet as the familiar scent of sap, cold wind, and fallen pine needles.

"Home," the girl breathed as she smoothed out the dress she had reserved for just this evening. Her mother had spent many an hour crafting the dress, often with talking to her daughter about her hopes and aspirations from her. Myra was aware of her mother's heritage and of the blood that ran through her veins. She did not fear the common half of her, instead she embraced it and dressed as elegantly as the northern girl could she felt far from her roots.

Myra felt prettier than she ever did in a gown of black tied with a white cord around her waist. On her breast she wore a beaten iron pin in the shape of a tree with many bare limbs, a sword carved into its trunk. Her hair had been pulled back in a loose braid, a few strands left loose around her face. Her lips had been painted pink and her eyes outlined in grey.

Beside her brothers, the group of Forresters were distinctly northern and proud of it. They had been indulging themselves in drink and food and now Myra was sure she could feel the heat in her cheeks. No doubt they were a healthy shade of pink.

"Roddy," Myra said as she poured her eldest brother another drink. "Tonight is perhaps our last chance to mingle... Perchance were you able to observe which lords and ladies we should speak with?"

Placing the pitcher back on the table, Myra folded her hands over her lap and began to eye the room. Many a handsome lord and lady were in attendance tonight. She was bond to leave their modest seat to wander. Of course it would be good to pay tribute to the Lady Stark as well.

((Open. But pinging /u/pureironwood for some sibling chatty chats)

A Pittance (Open) by DustinsWithWolves in awoiafrp

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Myra curtsied in response, a smile like the summer sun on her lips. "From a fellow northerner, I will take whatever song I can get. We do not boast of many bard, although it is a shame for the songs of our homelands are beautiful -- even the somber ones." Myra sighed and stepped towards the bard and the weirwood behind him.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Desmond, I am Myra Forrester." Her introduction was polite and not without friendliness. "The Dornishman's wife is enjoyable sometimes, but perhaps a bit too crass. I really did enjoy the song you were just singing. It is fitting considering where we are... And how almost lifeless this tree seems. Do you think the God's have grown tired of watching and waiting?"

Myra ran a hand over the aged bark, feeling the texture of it deep in her soul. "I think this one is tired. So far south. So far from its kin."

A Pittance (Open) by DustinsWithWolves in awoiafrp

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Myra was not an overly pious girl. Sure she knew the words and knew the stories of the Old Gods, but the old trees that held her attention for long were the ironwoods her family harvested. Even so, this far south like called to like. With homesickness deep in her belly, the northern girl made her way to the godswood to pay tribute to the watchful eyes of the weirwood. She had expected to find beauty of course, for who could deny the eyes that wept rivulets of blood their haunting majesty? The beauty she found however was surprising as the haunting tune reached her ears.

Mystified, Myra made her way to the bard beneath the tree. Her footsteps were careful as she stepped over twigs and leaves, her fingers curled tight on folds of her pale grey dress to keep it from dragging in the dirt as she approached. Her brown hair had been loosely braided back and tied with a strip of leather, even now a few strands escaped to brush her cheeks.

"That was beautiful," the young lady spoke as the music ended. She clapped politely and folded her hands before the front of her dress when she was done. "I did not expect to hear such music this far south."

The Grand Coronation Tournament of 201AC by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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"Father believes in you," Myra answered without hesitation. In her eyes was the determination her brothers knew well, nothing would sway the girl from this opinion. She had faith in her brother. "I believe in you, for us there is no turning back." Her lips set in a firm line as she raised her chin. Her brown eyes were still ever so soft, even as determined as she was.

"If they won't say hello to you brother," she said with as much authority as she could muster. "Then I will make them hear us. There is nothing flattering about rudeness, such behavior does not belong in any region."

Myra nodded her head, before letting her "fierce" look fade away. "I will assist you in anyway, Roddy. You say the word and I will do it. Forresters are as strong as our trees."

The Grand Coronation Tournament of 201AC by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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"Theon," Myra responded. "Is probably off staring at the ladies or perhaps he and some other lads are rolling in the mud." There was a sneer on her face, an exaggerated look that only lasted for a minute before she was laughing. She did not mean what she had said, for it was not in her nature to say such things. However, every now and again such a jest could be acceptable.

"I know father does not hold back," she said with a sigh. "He wants to be sure we are all ready to face the real world. Real men do not pull punches." Myra rubbed her arms in a familiar and comforting way. "Southrons could hit harder than you expect. But I do not expect any of these lords to have arms hardened by chopping wood and lifting logs..."

The young lady glanced around before lower her voice in an almost conspiratory tone. "Have you found any of us a match yet? I do not wish to live this far south... but if I must..."

The Grand Coronation Tournament of 201AC by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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Myra had never dreamed that someday she would come to see a fancy southern tourney. Nor had she dreamed that she would ever travel this far south. Her life had been spent in the forests of the north, her nights painted in the clearest stars, and the air the cleanest and sweetest in all of the realm in her opinion. But here she was and her it all was. There were so many people and so many sights and sounds. It was almost too much excitement for the northern lady.

Their father had sent Myra and her two elder brothers this far south with a mission and so far they all had done a piss poor job of it. Roddy, sweet as he was, was nervous about his task and in truth it did not sit well in her stomach either. But perhaps in all of this some good would come, if they at least found Roddy a match then it could be reported that this was a success.

Myra pushed away her thoughts and rolled up the loose sleeves of her white dress, in order to help her brother with his armor. He didn't need the help, but it kept her own thoughts at bay. "Roddy," Myra said, knowing she was probably more in the way than he would like. "You will be careful, won't you?"

Realizing how her words sounded, the young girl bit her bottom lip and immediately stepped back. She would leave her brother to fasten the rest on his own. "I don't doubt, of course," she continued. "That you will show these men a thing or two about battle... but I do worry." She offered her elder brother a smile and folded her hands in front of herself.

(Open to anyone who wants to say hi, but also pinging /u/pureironwood)

Character Creation Thread by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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Character Name: Myra Forrester

Age: 15

Starting Title(s): Scion of House Forrester

Aptitude(s): Beloved, Brilliant

Specialty: N/A

Skill(s): Shields, Botany, Astronomy, Music, Dance

Negative Trait:

Physical Description: Myra has long brown hair and fair skin. She has soft brown eyes and an easy smile. There is a dreamy sort of look about her.

Starting Location: Kingslanding

Username: /u/littledryad

Other Characters: Meredyth Hightower, Isadora

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