Its Easter my dear Friend, so take all the Time you need and enjoy that special Days only. I also cant wait to start writing with you, and whatever you prefer we can do. If I jump into your world, or you into mine, important are, that we will have Fun.
See my dear, we already found something wonderful to talk about, and maybe also to use for our Sl. I am already pretty excited, so I hope, that we two soon will start to write.
I hope your Day will be as wonderful as you are. Let hear about you soon again.
I thank you kindly for your nice reply and words. Since you are Games of Thrones as you said, it should not be that hard to find something we can work with. I already roleplayed with some of your Verse, and we always found a way. Like Deanerys and her Dragons, they were in Middle Earth for a visit and believe me, we two had a lot of Fun.
hehehe
so you should not worry that much, the place here is there to be creative and where everything could happen, like Verdarianna being into your World or your Leon into mine. We may could meet in a Forest after a big Thunderstorm came over your world and also mine at the same time, and so a portal opened and and and...
what about that?
At least, let me tell you, I am thankful for you, being my Friend and I am sure, we two will have a wonderful Rp Time, while being here.
Hello my new Friend. Mára amaurea mime sinya nur. Man aur nin siniath mellon.
I am not a Friend of long Intros,
but
If you have a to-do list here, put me on it please. *smiles*
I want to welcome you here into my World, my Name is Verdarianna Elessar, and I am the oldest Daughter of King Aragorn and Lady Arwen. There is nothing more I would like, as having a Adventure, just like Frodo and the Fellowship had. If you think, you could be the one, I could go through the Mountains with, meeting this and that evil Creature, maybe Hobbits, Elves and Dwarves, you are right here..
It is a pleasure for me, meeting you. How are you on that beautiful sunny Day? I hope, that whenever you find a free Minute, we can talk about a Sl.
Until this, I wish you a beautiful Day and a wonderful Time around here.
Hope hearing back from you...
multi-para and novella writer. looking for active & friendly writers.
It was an amazing sunset, fire and blood painted in ripples against a darkening sky. The flapping of enormous leather wings drew the attention of the people of Old Town. Alysanne shared her mount with Septon Oswyck. She was adventurous and curious, not to mention the fact that she took her position of Queen of the Seven Realms seriously. No one knew she was a wife; no one knew she was their new queen.
The air of freedom penetrated her being. Aly had many pass times, reading, hunting, and hawking and even wielding the sword. But nothing compared to the deep thrill she had for flying Silverwing; finding freedom, and learning the culture in the realms of Westeros. “Look! ’Little maiden’, Septon Oswyck shouted. “It’s the awe-inspiring High Tower aglow! Alysanne gasped as well, “It is magnificent!” Silver’s neck swayed and lifted as if to acknowledge the spectacle ahead. Moving against her, Aly anticipated the visit to the Citadel. She and Jaehaerys had discussed how important these visits would be with the Reach. One land at a time they had agreed, and to learn more of the Faith of The Seven Stars as well. “I’m happy to show you around, M’lady Alysanne, and grateful that you have agreed to start in my own home village.” the septon shouted as they were descending.
“There is a secluded field and cave along the coastline for Silverwing to land.”
Slowly, smooth and perfect was the descent and there to greet them were people from the Old Town. The spectacle of her dragon was always an attraction. Aly looked at their faces, inquisitive and friendly. One man stepped forward, and watched her slide off Silver’s smooth back. She wanted to be sure he was a member of the village before accepting his lead.
“Greetings Sir! I am Alysanne Targaryen of Dragonstone…ad who might you be?” her blue eyes smiled.
She stood there looking out of the window of her chambers as she looked over King’s Landing. “My lady, your presence is requested by the queen mother in the Sept this afternoon.” She heard as she stood there nodding her head. “Thank you, Ser Jaime.” She turned as she saw the golden haired man standing there. He bowed to her, and left the room. Isabella Tyrell was the twin sister of Queen Margaery Tyrell. This was an unusual request. Especially for Cersei to request. Since the death of King Joffrey, Isabella had been watched like a hawk by the Lannister army. Cersei had suspicious of the Tyrell family poisoning her precious Joffrey however it was never confirmed.
Cersei had no qualms with the Queen’s twin sister other than she was a Tyrell. She knew the girl had power to her name, and everyone adored her. Even Jaime which she could not stand. Isabella was the calm and almost quiet sister. She never caused any conflict with the Lannisters. Mostly because she knew she was a rose in the den of Lions. She knew they could tear her to shreds. So every move she made was very calculated around them. Every word and move was thought ahead of time. Compared to her sister who acted without thinking. Isabella was the youngest although she was the same age as Margaery, but she was like her grandmother Olenna.
Upon leaving her chambers, she opened the door to see Ser Jaime standing guard. She walked out closing the door, and turned to head up the corridor. “I see your sister has you on my patrol, yet again.” She said as he follows behind her a few paces away. “Cersei says she sees you as a threat. She does not physically see you as one Isabella, but you are a Tyrell after all. She sees any Tyrell a threat because of how powerful and influential your family is.” Jaime said as he followed her. “And yet I have no qualms with your sister. My sister on the other hand is the Queen. She married both Joffrey and Tommen. She is older than Tommen and impressionable on him. I can see why she would be the greatest threat to Cersei. She loves power more than anything, and if she cannot have it then she will take it.” Isabella said. Jaime knew she was right, and he knew his sister all too well.
“Isabell…” Jaime began as she turned on her heels to face him. “Do not start. Do not make excuses for your sister. You know this and I know this. She has a power over you! We all see this. We know what goes on behind those doors between you and her. Everyone is afraid to say it but it is true. Look at Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen. None of them have the Baratheon traits. Fair skin, golden blonde hair, and the emerald eyes. All traits of house Lannister.” She said to Jaime looking up into his eyes. He saw a different side for the first time of her. “Now, if you do not mind I am needed elsewhere before the trials.”
Isabella made her way into the Gardens as she crossed paths with Ser Leon Adler. She smiled at him as she turned and began to walk along side of him. “Cersei has requested my presence in the Great Sept this afternoon during hers and Loras’ trial.” She said softly. “Something does not seem right about this.” She said softly.
the lady had cried her weight in tears for her fallen friends. the adlers were like a second family to her and to know of their massacre only made her knees week in disbelief. her heart, however, was most broken for the sole surviving adler. her dear leon. while her brother, christor had already straddled his horse, and alongside ten of his bravest, had already set off in search of leon, thaeda could do nothing but wait for word at midhope. she could not take up a sword like her male counterparts. she could not avenge her fallen family like her male counterparts. instead, she simply took up her quill.
"leon, my dear leon. my eyes weep and my heart aches alongside yours. i know no words will reach you, but please do not disappear into the darkness. chris showed no haste in leaving to search for you. take comfort in knowing you still have one brother and one sister. leon, please, come home with him. your place can be here now."
she tied the inscription to the leg of a crow but not before bringing her lips close to the feathered creature. "find him, crow. if my brother fails, it’s up to you to return him to me."
