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There was a faint breeze in the night air. It ruffled the rushes of the thatched roof over Lyanna's head and tickled the long, risen white scars lining her right arm as she stood at the end of Horatio's pier, toes wiggling over the edge.
It even had the torchlight guttering in the dark, but Lyanna didn't care to notice. Her thoughts were somewhere else, for soon the she-wolf would be something else entirely.
A grandmother. A lady wife.
As she stood there, watching Ylaena paddle and snap about in the otherwise calmly rolling water at her feet, Lyanna Stark did not bother to keep a clear head. These were strange and beautiful times, and worthy of all the chaos in her heart. The fear. The jealousy. The unabashed excitement.
Her good-daughter was with child, and it made Lyanna as happy as a mother could possibly be. And yet she felt scattered and overcome with a deluge of emotion; to give birth to something so small, so fragile, so helplessly fatal was both wonderful and terrifying. Susan's hips were solid, but would such sturdiness be enough?
And then there was Arthur, good and true. Lyanna loved him with a possessive fire that lay cool and dormant in her belly one moment, only to consume her the next. She was to be his lady wife and he her lord husband, and she would love him better than Rhaegar and feel no remorse.
But Dany with her man and her babe, what should she say? What was there to say? She apologized to no one, not even to those she'd condemned to death, her own flesh and blood, a brother she'd once loved best.
Again the breeze blew, and again she ignored its touch, instead sinking down to dangle her feet over the edge, ankles just breaking the surface of the water. "Ylaena come, that's enough fishing for one night," she called out, but the direwolf didn't listen.
She never did.
[OOC: Slowtime and late tags welcome! Specifically looking for Dany, Arthur, the Snows and any of the Starks, but anyone's welcome! It's a good time to meet her.]
It even had the torchlight guttering in the dark, but Lyanna didn't care to notice. Her thoughts were somewhere else, for soon the she-wolf would be something else entirely.
A grandmother. A lady wife.
As she stood there, watching Ylaena paddle and snap about in the otherwise calmly rolling water at her feet, Lyanna Stark did not bother to keep a clear head. These were strange and beautiful times, and worthy of all the chaos in her heart. The fear. The jealousy. The unabashed excitement.
Her good-daughter was with child, and it made Lyanna as happy as a mother could possibly be. And yet she felt scattered and overcome with a deluge of emotion; to give birth to something so small, so fragile, so helplessly fatal was both wonderful and terrifying. Susan's hips were solid, but would such sturdiness be enough?
And then there was Arthur, good and true. Lyanna loved him with a possessive fire that lay cool and dormant in her belly one moment, only to consume her the next. She was to be his lady wife and he her lord husband, and she would love him better than Rhaegar and feel no remorse.
But Dany with her man and her babe, what should she say? What was there to say? She apologized to no one, not even to those she'd condemned to death, her own flesh and blood, a brother she'd once loved best.
Again the breeze blew, and again she ignored its touch, instead sinking down to dangle her feet over the edge, ankles just breaking the surface of the water. "Ylaena come, that's enough fishing for one night," she called out, but the direwolf didn't listen.
She never did.
[OOC: Slowtime and late tags welcome! Specifically looking for Dany, Arthur, the Snows and any of the Starks, but anyone's welcome! It's a good time to meet her.]