Lyanora Stark (winterwinds) wrote in agos, @ 2008-12-18 01:03:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | kyra tyrell, lyanora stark |
Seeking Calm, Solace or a Moment's Peace
Who: Lyanora, ?
When: Day 67, Early Evening (after the hunt)
Where: The Keep, The Godswood
Rating: PGish, subject to change depending on who pings, I suppose
Status: Open
Lyanora had fled the stable right after she handed her horse off to the stable boy. She hadn't been thinking clearly enough to even brush the animal down herself. Right now, her mind wasn't even on the stag she had shot.
As she sat at the base of one of the trees her mind was on the person she could have killed. Hunting accidents were not a new concept to Lya. One of her Father's men had died in one when she was but a child, having been thrown from his horse and trampled. And when she and Will were younger Lya had almost taken his head off when he had appeared off his horse between her and a wild boar. He had dismounted for a moment and something had spooked the animal enough to make it run for home, and in his going after it he had ended up directly in the path of that arrow. He had a cloak with a hole in it to attest to how close it had come to hitting him.
That day, Father had almost had both of their heads on platters. Will's for letting the horse get spooked and Lya's for not paying more attention to her surroundings. Aside from being a decent swordswoman, Lya was also a damned good shot. But all the aim in the world didn't help you if someone wandered into the path of the arrow.
She had been deathly calm right afterward, still swimming in a sea of disbelief. Now, by herself in the aftermath she was shaking. No, she didn't care much for the Dornish, and she thought the Southern Court's idea of a hunt was pure madness, but she had no want to do anyone harm that hadn't first harmed her family.
And as far as she could tell, the Dornish princess may have been a frivolous girl, but she wasn't one possessing in any great malice. And Lya had almost put an arrow through her skull. 'Accident' was just a semantic when someone died. Scared, not so much for herself as for what it would do to her brother she had fled and sought solace in the Godswood. One deep and shaky breath followed another.
What kind of idiots held a picnic in the middle of a hunt?
If this was some test of the Gods she prayed they would at least keep her brother's honor near to whatever mind they might have possessed. She was too shaken to ask for more than that. She also thanked them, silently, that her arrow hadn't ended up embedded in Princess Elia's skull.