- sometimes in the wind of change -
She mills about the festival, taking her time to walk along near the games and see what’s going on, watching those on the dance floor. Lyanna’s content to simply enjoy, to pass the time ambling and somewhat alone. Of course she stops to say hello to those she knows, to introduce herself to others, but for the moment it’s nice to just take a break, in a sense, to let herself turn off. Now more than ever she is always on, wearing one hat or another. For now, she was simply being a gracious guest.
The dance floor catches her attention, and she watches as some of the horses who have perhaps had too much fun with the drink here have even more fun on the dance floor. There’s part of her that wants to join them, that wants to let her hair down, figuratively, and not care. She is not granted such luxury, she knows. Such luxury wasn’t something she was afforded in Morham, and she was granted that ability here only for a few years. Now, she is in a role she had thought she would never see, a role far more similar to her life in Morham than she would have ever expected. So instead of joining, she watches, at least enjoying the show.
- we find our true direction -
lyanna
Set during festival, for @Lena
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