wylldfyres

[wylldfyres]

open starter, day two

There were many interesting details about a woman who was both known and who had made herself unknowable. The girl she had been had changed over the years, creating different and far more resilient versions of herself. The tearing away of innocence, of faith, of trust in most created the goddess that stood now holding her bow looking it over to examine her weapon precisely. She could be a force, a warrior if she so wished but the games she had been playing for years involved so much more than brute force. Her battle was on so many fields a great deal of finesse was involved. One day it would pay off. One day the woman would no longer have to be a changeling in a constant state of shape shifting from one form to the next. The archery competition allowed a paragon among other women to take a layer away and allow the world closer to the hidden person of her heart. An archery competition allowed Elora to tap into one facet that was always consistent across the many versions of herself. Hands that embroidered and played instruments truly had a mastery over archery. An outcome of the competition would depend on conditions and no win was assured yet… yet Elora Moton would wager herself as one of the better shots if not the best. The woman of many faces and many mysteries would give many a run for their money as she examined her bow, inspecting and calibrating the bow string. "I am glad they allowed use of our own bows - nothing lent from their own supply. She is a beautiful sight is she not? Her bones from Qohor, the string from so and so. We shall see who wins the day but if it were on craftsmanship she is a magnificent bow" the lady stated believing herself alone in the archery practice area knowing the event on the second day was soon to begin.

#conquest.event01 #conquest.starter #⟨ ⋅ * ✦ / ‹ elora. › interaction ! ⟩

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Elora knew how to sift through shadows and darkness to pull from its hidden depths and seek out what she desired. It was a hard learned skill that wrapped her own self in mystery and allowed her to maneuver about in a complicated world. The skill that seemed almost natural to her as breathing served Elora well in this case when looking for a siren of the sea who wished to be anywhere but dry land - it help find a friend in a sea of strangers mingling in a foreign land. "Give me the cream horn then, Saga. Don't take me for a fool my friend to give you everything I have and receive nothing in return" she smiled knowing full well before making the journey through the crowd to this destination the goblet she'd stolen herself was not for her in the slightest. "Well the world is full of twats that think they are wise but if they were would we not be running countries by now or whatever we so wished, princess? Its good to see you my friend"

open starter, day one of the festivities.

with the feast in progress, her crew was even more boisterous and rowdy than usual, but saga wasn't one to spoil their fun. they had travelled far, and it was only fair they enjoyed their time in the capital to the fullest as none of them would sail the open seas until this grand spectacle was done and dealt with. the greyjoy princess had found a quiet corner, a half-eaten creamed horn in one hand and an empty goblet in the other. "hand that over. there's no servant in sight with more wine." she gestured to the other person's drink. as they had insisted on disturbing her peace, she wasn't inclined to act with much decorum. "sharing is caring, as some wise twat probably once said."

#⟨ ⋅ * ✦ / ‹ elora. › interaction ! ⟩ #⟨ ⋅ * ✦ / ‹ ft fortunefooled. › saga ! ⟩

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It was not the wine that went to his head, that intoxicated or pulled him to attention but the stranger's curious accent. It may not be to him she actually spoke to to draw into conversation but the young wolf's ears almost perked up as he in turn moved to look at the woman such an accent fell from. Had he not been forbad to bring the massive direwolf of his to the feast, his Hürrem would've done that for him on alert and aware of this new and strange fascination. The newcomer to these parts and to this side of the world for all he knew would in this moment meet the northern lord, son of winter and stark heir alone. "Your presence or the wine? Forward yes but your accent is a refreshing change to the conversation many must contend with aided by the wine." He is for a moment temporarily reduced even for his impressive figure to a moth drawn to the flame. Perhaps the tully girl was right that if he gave this event half a chance he might enjoy it not for the tyrell but for the guests they seemed to gather to their hearth from far away. "What is it that you prefer to drink - are the libations from where you hail that much more refined that an aged dornish red, my lady…? "

OPEN   STARTER       ⋆       day  one  of  the  tyrell coronation and wedding celebrations,  at  the  feast  with  any  who  wish  to  respond. 

the   journey   from   driftmark   to   king's   landing   had   been   a   short   one.   how   curious   a   feeling   it   was   to   lay   one's   head   to   rest   in   a   keep   so   close   to   where   her   mother's   bloodline   had   ruled   for   centuries.   the   red   keep   itself   was   nothing   like   visera's   valyria.   the   once   doomed   kingdom   made   a   beauty   of   its   ruin,   the   crumbling   infrastructure   reshaped   with   molten   metals   to   retain   its   original   magnificent   beauty.   king's   landing's   ruin   was   not   its   beauty,   according   to   her   mother.   it   was   its   rot.   watching   passers   by   with   the   quiet   intent   innate   to   her   being,   visera   places   her   wine   goblet   aside.   "   you   don't   find   it   too   strong?   "   she   queries,   refering   to   the   deep   red   wine   that   still   fills   it.   her   lyseni   accent   is   obvious   amongst   the   din   of   common   tongue   conversation,   and   her   dark   eyes   glitter   in   the   candelight   —   from   a   candle   that   she   leans   almost   too   close   to   in   search   of   a   response.

#⟨ ⋅ * ✦ / ‹ altan. › interaction ! ⟩ #⟨ ⋅ * ✦ / ‹ ft bybloods. › visera ! ⟩

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Observant eyes, keen to the expressions of others could've sworn there was a twitch to her lips, memorizing the way a face moved to learn the woman. A blind man could see her beautiful and her voice was not shrill or similar to a cackle of an old witch with warts on her nose and mischief on the mind. All in all based on that alone Altan could do far worse if this was who parents settled on being the best choice for an alliance through marriage.. Altan listening to her though found her flustering. Someone opinioned and headstrong determined to make others see her point of view alone and chose a passive aggressive comment to hide barbed words and tell him how he was wrong. A challenge. An infuriating and beautiful woman but was he in the mind to fight for her attention to humor what was certainly a larger ego than his own. Gods preserve him. He would have to for the moment least she declare him a cold northern lord.

"Do you not have a deep love for your own lands in a similar way?" Altan countered remaining where he was raising a brow to match her own as if squaring off in their own way. She wished to challenge, he would answer. "Of course if one did give it its fair chance that it would prove to be enjoyable. I would not wish you to lose all your coin or make a fortune off me if I do find one thing worthy of my approval. Should I ask for your favor for the joust?"

though  lips  longed  to  pout  at  the  way  the  wolf  had  not  chosen  to  indulge  her,  features  instead  remained  crafted  into  the  convivial  smile  she  had  perfected  years  ago.  she  found  herself  underwhelmed  by  the  lord  before  her,  almost  disappointed  though  she  knew  such  feelings  were  hardly  fair.  but  she  had  enlisted  him  for  some  form  of  entertainment  yet  his  response  made  her  want  to  sigh.  still,  her  fathers  had  made  little  secret  of  their  desire  for  a  match  between  the  families  (  one  she  could  not  claim  to  want  for  herself,  wondering  if  the  cold  of  the  north  made  everyone  as  adverse  to  diversion  as  their  future  lord  seemed  to  be  )  and  so  despite  her  dissatisfaction  she  made  another  attempt.  no  one  could  ever  accuse  her  of  not  being  trying.  "no,  of  course  not.  their  words  are  'growing  strong'  after  all,  I  would  be  a  fool  to  think  otherwise. but even high expectations can be exceeded."  though  there  was  no  denying  she  could  be  foolish  at  times,  the  tully  had  never  considered  herself  devoid  of  sense.  she  simply  did  not  always  acknowledge  it.  "come  now,  lord  stark,  you  cannot  be  so  biased  to  your  home  that  you  consider  everywhere  else  devoid  of  its  own  merits?"  brow  raised  in  light  challenge,  aware  that  she  was  poking  a  wolf  and  yet  she  could  not  resist prodding further.  "I  would  wager  that  should  you  give  the  celebrations  a  chance  you  would  find  at  least  one  thing  worthy  of  your  approval."

#⟨ ⋅ * ✦ / ‹ altan. › interaction ! ⟩ #⟨ ⋅ * ✦ / ‹ ft xastrainclinant. › mariya ! ⟩

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Nodding in agreement Elora breathed in deeply, a smile curling painted lips hearing the words of her dear friend, one of a similar mind and intelligence knowing even the simplest interaction was stimulating. "If there is anything of note you know you are the first I will tell and one of the only ones I trust beyond myself. I look forward to the day you rule your house what an age that will be for us" Elora commented giving the world around them a glance picking up tiny little things of note to look into later. "Then hopefully we dance well into the night to where we ruin fine shoes and outdress the rest of them. Your journey was farther than my own - how was it?"

while  the  identity  of  her  new  companion  had  for a brief moment been a  mystery  when  her  company  had  been  enlisted,  recognition  was  quick  to  dawn  that  she  had  pulled  her  friend  into  the  exchange,  warm  smile  on  her  lips  in  greeting.  "I  suppose  there  would  be  much  to  learn  from  such  study.  you  will  have  to  share  your  findings  with  me  if  you  spot  anything  of  note."  while  she  had  little  interest  in  spending  time  watching  the  actions  of  those  around  her  closely,  elora  would  have  her  rapt  attention  should  she  choose  to  share  the  outcome.  "the  city  itself,  most  of  all.  there  is  much  to  be  explored  within  these  walls,  I  am  certain  of  it."  though  she  did  possess  an  undeniable  thirst  for  knowledge  (  one  that  focused  on  breadth  rather  than  depth  )  the  tully  was  also  happy  to  engage  in  something  more  frivolous.  "but  I  would  not  say  no  to  a  ball  either,  were  our  hosts  so  generous.  or  any  opportunity  to  wear  a  pretty  dress  and  dance  the  evening  away." 

#⟨ ⋅ * ✦ / ‹ ft xastrainclinant. › mariya ! ⟩ #⟨ ⋅ * ✦ / ‹ elora. › interaction ! ⟩

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Had there been talk of his mother suggesting to him to pursue the tully girl, sending a young wolf to secure the hand of a fish or as it to pluck the arryn birds from the skies? The words used were not those exactly but there had been many a suggestion made in between candid conversations that he was to make roads towards a potential spouse. A potential spouse before any other house was to be considered was to be sought out int the other two houses among the members of the trifecta. The more appealing to his mother was this young woman, the most appealing prospect to Altan was no one but he had no voice in this. There was no choosing his fate, only the branch on which his fate would sit along the same eventual journey. "What did you expect of the roses? To fall flat and unimpressive? Even if all this is a lie and as much as I care for them they'd rather die that fail to make their desired impression, milady. I look forward to the going home. The south is what it is - starks have no love for the south. Will they force us to have fun and play along with their games - yes"

day one with open 0/6

despite  the  almost  constant  desire  that  ran  through  her  to  see  more  of  the  world,  the  journey  to  king's  landing  had  left  her  restless  and  on  the  verge  of  recklessness.  the  childhood  dreams  she  had  had  of  travel  had  been  far  more  exploratory  rather  than  being  confined  to  the  regimented  style  of  her  fathers'  plans  for  the  journey.  a  glass  of  arbor  red  had  been  plucked  from  the  nearest  tray,  sip  of  the  sweet  liquid  taken  as  the  tully  surveyed  her  fellow  guests.  when  one  seemed  to  walk  within  earshot  they  were  greeted  with  a  courteous  smile.  "i  suppose  it  should  be  little  surprise  that  our  hosts  rose  to  the  occasion."  glass  was  raised  to  her  lips  to  conceal  the  smirk  that  she  struggled  to  keep  from  her  features,  already  too  entertained  by  her  own  words  to  resist  showing  signs  of  satisfaction.  "i  find  myself  looking  forward  to  the  next  few  days  with  budding  excitement - do  you find yourself feeling  the  same  way?"  brow  arched,  a  vague  challenge  when  she  hoped  for  an  answer  that  might  hold  her  interest.

#⟨ ⋅ * ✦ / ‹ altan. › interaction ! ⟩ #altan ' i dont want to be here ' stark #⟨ ⋅ * ✦ / ‹ ft xastrainclinant. › mariya ! ⟩

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Until the end of the events to come Elora would keep her opinion of the place private and close to her chest. Was it impressive? If you had been no where else perhaps but of the many things Elora had seen impressive was not the right word for it. Making her way through the crowd her feet found the space beside the tully, two fish out of water or perhaps ones perfectly comfortable swimming circles around the world at large. A smile mirrored her own as she took a glass of the wine being passed though sipping it cautiously, appraising the quality of the drink handed to her. "Excited to see what our hosts have in store - of course. The reason for coming was to watch up close and personal the magnificence of a southern kingdom and its supposed greatness. That and any excuse to spend any extended amount of time beside my friend. What part of the coming events has you excited the most, Mariya?"

day one with open 0/6

despite  the  almost  constant  desire  that  ran  through  her  to  see  more  of  the  world,  the  journey  to  king's  landing  had  left  her  restless  and  on  the  verge  of  recklessness.  the  childhood  dreams  she  had  had  of  travel  had  been  far  more  exploratory  rather  than  being  confined  to  the  regimented  style  of  her  fathers'  plans  for  the  journey.  a  glass  of  arbor  red  had  been  plucked  from  the  nearest  tray,  sip  of  the  sweet  liquid  taken  as  the  tully  surveyed  her  fellow  guests.  when  one  seemed  to  walk  within  earshot  they  were  greeted  with  a  courteous  smile.  "i  suppose  it  should  be  little  surprise  that  our  hosts  rose  to  the  occasion."  glass  was  raised  to  her  lips  to  conceal  the  smirk  that  she  struggled  to  keep  from  her  features,  already  too  entertained  by  her  own  words  to  resist  showing  signs  of  satisfaction.  "i  find  myself  looking  forward  to  the  next  few  days  with  budding  excitement - do  you find yourself feeling  the  same  way?"  brow  arched,  a  vague  challenge  when  she  hoped  for  an  answer  that  might  hold  her  interest.

#⟨ ⋅ * ✦ / ‹ elora. › interaction ! ⟩ #⟨ ⋅ * ✦ / ‹ ft xastrainclinant. › mariya ! ⟩

[wylldfyres]

LADY ELORA MOOTON of MAIDENPOOL !

google doc. || tw : mentions of death & murder

#tw death #tw murder #conquest.intro

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𝐖𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐒 ——

. a dependent multi muse for @conquesthqs. penned by eden ( she/her . 29 )

currently ft. ( 2 / 2 ) muses :

ALTAN STARK. 32. lord of winterfell & heir to the north / part of the trifecta —— intro. threads

ELORA MOOTON. 28. ruling lady of maidenpool —— intro. threads

#pinned post! #intros will be linked and posted later today! - 5/4