TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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LYANNA STARK | a song of ice and fire

[shewolfed]

[ i ]

[ There is a feast she is told, but try as she might it is hard to muster up any appetite. She makes a grim sight to be sure, clad in a white dress with spattered blood, but there hasn't been much opportunity to change at this point. She isn't even sure that this all exists, truth be told, and all this talk of fairies and imps make it even more difficult to suspend any measure of disbelief. No, it must be some trickery. A fever dream, mayhaps, or even some kind of induced hallucination. She is hardly without enemies these days, after all, and it is plain for anyone to see that the way to hurt the leaders of the rebellion is Lyanna.

It is no good dwelling on what this place could be though, and if there is one thing she will not let herself be it is afraid, so she gathers her skirts and rises as gracefully as someone can when they were bedridden only moments ago. One hand holds the hem of her dress carefully, trying to arrange the folds of material so as best to mask the stains. Nothing much can be done for her bodice, but at any rate there are more pressing concerns. The other hand reaches to take a goblet of water - no wine for her, thank you, she'd rather keep her wits about her, and people are such fools once they've had a bit of drink. The whole charade acts more as a delay with which to gather herself up more than anything, and by the time she starts to walk the hall with measured, only slightly unsure steps, her expression is composed. She may only be a girl of six-and-ten, but by the standards of Westeros that was almost a woman grown, and she had to act as such. Her features harden slightly and she held her chin high as she moves to enquire about other new arrival's welcome to this strange place.

Though, if any pay close enough attention, they may well see her fragile armour for what it truly is. ]


[ ii ]

[ choose your own adventure, for any ideas and notions you may have that don't fit into the first prompt! ]]

[mulletrock]

Hey.

[Spending most of his life with the same armor Dean recognizes it when he sees it, but he's not gonna point it out. Not really. That's probably the last thing she needs. He has tact.]

You look outta your element.

[She should be. Too many people were just accepting this. That's something Dean didn't understand.]

Want some company?

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian sees the young woman with the blood on her dress, and it makes him pause for a moment, studying her. She's got a brave face on, and he admires it, but he knows how odd it is to find yourself in such a place.

He's a little disoriented himself.]

My lady. Do you need assistance?