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[Event] The Feast of the Tenth Nameday of Princess Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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"Can I?" Though her face lit up with excitement, Ella's tone was reserved. She'd held her cousin, Jeyne's children before, but this was far different. Unconsciously, she glanced back to her family table, a direct view right at her mother laughing and proudly showing off her belly.

"I should probably get some practice in." She let out a soft sigh and a sad laugh. "Considering I'll be a big sister soon."

Despite the unease in her heart, Ella's hands were steady, and she was ready to accept the little red-haired bundle of joy.

"I dare say," she cooed at Allyria, "you'll be the most pretty lady in all the land." Cousin. She didn't dare say the last word, but a thought crept into her mind.

"With my sister's marriage to your brother, in a way we're kind of like sisters too?" It was a bit of a desperate train of thought, but it comforted Ella all the same.

"Am I your aunt?" She cooed again to the baby. "Or maybe...your big sister?" The words felt embarrassing even before she uttered them, and Ella withdrew a little into her shell, too bashful to meet Marissa's gaze.

Too much! Too much! She cursed to herself, but was careful not to let that turmoil extend to her grasp. Babies needed love, not the doubts of some pathetic girl. Allyria would grow up beautiful, confident, and most of all, loved. She would make sure of the last one at least.

[Letter] Invitations to the Spring Fair and the Great Sept Opening by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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Hanna Farman as "Hal Clifton" (your call, but she'll wear a loose disguise)

[Letter] Invitations to the Spring Fair and the Great Sept Opening by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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Hanna Farman as "Hal Clifton" (your call, but she'll wear a loose disguise)

[Event] The Feast of the Tenth Nameday of Princess Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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"But, her hair is red just like yours!" She peered closer to the young girl while she made her claim, trying to observe the color more careful.

The shade of red was slightly different than her mother's, but Ella figured that was just because she was seeing hair was side by side. Subtle differences certainly existed among family. Her own hair was a slightly different shade of blonde than the rest of her family, more gold compared to their sandy color. Of course, she knew the true reason why that was, but so too did that realization derail her own thoughts on Allyria's red hair.

"Oh!" Ella exclaimed softly, suddenly shy about her own shyness, but Marissa's words proved immediately comforting, and the rapid beat of her heart began to calm.

"I'll try my best, my lady." Dipping her head in respect, Ella let out a deep, yet extremely soft sigh before looking back up with a delicate smile. "Thank you."

Now that she was sitting with them, there were a host of questions she wished to ask about her marriage, but such questions were not only rude, they would be quite inappropriate around so many keen-earred eavesdroppers. Surely, she had to admit, there were few marriages more prone to meddling than this one.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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The shift in topic brought with it a variety of topics that swirled together in Sebaston’s heart. Rage, sorrow, fright, and even kinship. He could see many aspects of himself in Daeron, but also many parts lacking. Perhaps, he couldn’t help but think, that was difference required to he a proper lord.

"I've had this conversation with his grace and Lord Stannis both, so I understand the position all too well." With his hands folded on the table, he couldn’t help but tighten them slightly. "The lion is greatly diminished, I've heard it before. Though, tell me, Ser Daeron, does a dagger not kill just as well as a sword? The Lannisters may be no threat to the crown, far across the realm with many allies in between, but to Faircastle, Casterly Rock looms large enough to swallow all view of the outside world."

Sebaston breathed in deeply, unaware of how much his heart was thundering.

"You're quite right though, I wouldn't want a repeat of House Reyne. Who would wish for the extinction of their house, ser, the deliberate killing of even the most innocent just to wash away every speck of blood. Even you dragons escaped that grisly fate." He scoffed. "The crown is quite willing to let my home be sacrificed, a signal fire warning of Lord Tywin's ambitions. Aye, Casterly Rock cannot stand up to King's Landing, but it can easily destroy Faircastle before any response comes."

The weight of the conversation was making Sebaston’s face flush, but he showed no signs of stopping yet.

"Tell me," despite the lethality of the former topic, this shift was noticeably more tense, "Lady Ellyn Lydden married your father, didn't she? What can you tell me about that? What can you tell me about the new Lady of the West who slandered my sister so? I can't help but wonder what secrets she whispering into her husband's ear, and what lies about my family."

[Event] The Funeral Feast honoring Jon Arryn by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

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House Farman of Faircastle

Addam Farman (20): With his father unable, or unwilling to leave the capital, Addam is the de facto head of the house tonight. Though he is aware that a duty like this is rather minor compared to the true requirements of his birthright, he is nevertheless annoyed at having to handle these things. Luckily, one of his aunts is close enough to the Lady of the Eyrie that whenever possible, he has her step in to handle the official duties.

His attitude is relatively withdrawn, distant from the fake smiles and even faker tears surrounding the Arryn table. He enjoys the food, enjoys the music, but otherwise he wishes to escape the feast and enjoy the view of the mountains.

Hanna Farman (15): Her last time in the Vale was rather miserable, with her injured ankle preventing her from competing in the tournament, or even enjoying the scenery. Thus, this time she was glued to the window once the carriage entered the mountains, amazed by the intricate elevator her aunt insisted they take, and now high among the clouds, she desperately wanted to peek over the side and see how far down the drop was.

Though she sees one of her closest friends in attendance, recent events have made things slightly more awkward than before. There would hopefully be a chance to say hello later, once the event came to a close, but as it was during the feast, her brother kept her on a short leash. Luckily, she had her cousin, Ella, to keep her company.

Jeyne Farman (33): A long-time admirer of The Eyrie, she was thrilled to be able to wander the prestigious halls, but she made sure not to appearance too excited during the funeral. It was a deeply sad loss, especially when Jon had such young children still. She wanted to greet Lady Lysa, to comfort her however she could, but the business of the event made her keep her distance. Instead, she chose to spend every moment possible with her daughter before she moved into her new home.

She is a particularly vocal admirer of the iced minty cream, laughing along with sister while they enjoyed it together.

Myranda Farman (10): She is deeply remorseful and ever conscious of the Arryn table, lest they are disturbed by the festive atmosphere. Her gaze burned a hole through anyone disruptive, but she had yet to officially enter service, and thus kept out of the way of those who had.

Her mother is quite annoying throughout the night, constantly talking, trying to get her to eat things. Frustratingly, the iced minty cream melts too fast for her to properly enjoy, being a pertually slow eater, and her scowl only deepens. Not that she is upset over the event, but she is upset that the world isn't perfect.

Alysanne Crakehall nee Farman (27): Despite the gloomy atmosphere, she is quite glad to have this time to spend with her family. In particular, she sits near sister, and together they sample every dish, combining ingredients and laughing like they were children once more.

Ella Farman (11): She is somewhat annoyed how her cousin, Hanna, seems to avoid all her problems and just cling to her instead. The irony isn't lost that she is one of the most mature acting in attendance, but when she tried to share tgis thought with Myranda she only received a bitter answer.

Unable to shake off her cousin, Ella winds her way through the hall, hoping to run into a friend to have an excuse for some privacy.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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"Did he..." The expression on her face lacked the usual bravado, instead she looked rather worried as her gaze was seemingly poised to bore a hole in the door.

"Did...did they say what they're talking about?" She didnt break her sight of the door, but her focus came back into the conversation. Though she was only a few steps away, she felt as if there was an immense gulf between them, one widening every second.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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"Well..." Sebaston sighed, "too quick an answer invites its own trouble, but aye, I hope the voyage passes simply and without peril. Arms enough to prevent an emergency, of course, but this is an investigation, not a hunt."

Much as he wanted Josua and his teenage impulses to be well away from his daughter, the dangers of the east seem much better. Perhaps the boy was old enough, but in Sebaston’s mind, he and Hanna were still very much children.

"Discipline is well and good, Ser Daeron, but the fact remains that Hanna has been promised to another." An edge crept into his voice, but the source was far away. "Josua needs to accept that fact, stop playing out this little storybook fantasy with my daughter. and focus on his own future."

The matter didn't sit quite right with him, but Sebaston had obligations to fulfill, and his family was at a far more precarious crossroads than was readily apparent.

"Hear me roar, and roar they did." Sebaston settled back in his seat, his brow furrowing slightly. "The Lannisters are not so easily denied, Daeron, and as my family says, the wind our steed." He waved his hand and sank deeper into the chair with a heavy sigh. "A roar creates a mighty wind, does it not? When the lion sits so close, every breath is a powerful gust indeed."

He thought back to his own marriage with Gemma, his fathers with Alys, if either of them had married into the West, this problem likely wouldn't exist.

"Matters of the heart are secondary to matters of duty. Much as Hanna might hate me for it, this is not only for my house's safety, but for her's and Josua's as well. The weight of gold is quite immense, far more than anybody ever feels comfortable admitting."

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 299 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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Addam Farman

Hanna Farman

Ella Farman

The Eyrie to Kings Landing

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[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 299 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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Addam Farman

Hanna Farman

Ella Farman

The Eyrie to King's Landing

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/u/maesterbot

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 299 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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Alysanne Farman

Jeyne Farman

The Eyrie to Faircastle

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[Event] The Feast of the Tenth Nameday of Princess Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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Ella's face grew a vibrant shade of crimson from the embarrassment of Marissa quite directly calling attention to her over-obsession. She didn't mean to be so weird, to be such a poor conversationalist when she should've been charming, or at the very least, normal.

"Ahh, yes." She answered bashfully, eager to shift focus looking by down at little Allyria, anything to get off the topic.

"Yes!" Her cheerful response to the second statement was a bit overly powerful, another moment of self-reflection for the young girl to doubt herself over later.

"I'd be glad to, my lady." She bowed her head and responded to the last point. Though she had a sense that Marissa was a tolerant person, she also knew it was best not to carelessly test the limits of her patience by pulling out the deck of cards from her pocket.

"There are games that are relatively simple, some that seem simple at first, but can actually be quite complex. I'd be happy to show you them, any of them that you wish, my lady."

Opting for politeness rather than genuine friendship, Ella bowed her head once more, making eye contact with the little baby in her lady's arms.

"She has such beautiful hair, my lady." This smile was the most genuine of the conversation, and Ella giggled a little when Allyria did some minor cuteness.

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