// similarly i'm probably gonna take a step back from a lot of writing, as i've basically already done, but this fella here is staying, albeit with sporadic presence.
// i posted this on dagfin but i'll post here too, i haven't forgotten about anything or abandoned my accounts, i've just been mad busy tryna sort out moving house 😅
so far as he was concerned, survival was never really in question: maybe just the nature of that survival. but he has made it through unscathed, as she may well have known if she was keeping track of information.
lovely. a long-awaited reunion of...friends.
@flavabellator - fanfare at riverrun for my long-awaited return, either...though my grandfather did chastise me for being gone so long. i think he might have forgotten the reason i was ever gone in the first place!"
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the lords and ladies had gathered to king's landing for another of the king's tourneys. jousting, drinking, hunting: it seemed there was no real end to what one could get up to as part of the festivities.
robin had arrived with his -
@flavabellator - table.
"eager just to hear me talk, are we?" he teased, giving her a wink as he brought the flagon to his lips and took a long pull. "less excitement to be had for returning from the stepstones, if i'm being honest. nowhere near as much -
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the cold night air and peaceful quiet was a welcome change to the raucous feasting that he had left behind as he stepped out onto the walls of riverrun. his grandfather, old as he was, was hosting a feast for the river lords, and while normally -
@aveugleune - for it, and moreso because he was aware that swaying to no music was perhaps a foolish endeavour — and he stepped back some, holding her at arm's length and looking down at her with a faint smile.
"it was good to see you again, mel. i'm -
ah, there were definitely some horrors to behold, but nothing quite as bad as the stories. at least, not the stories he's heard.
he'll speak with his grandfather, see what can be arranged.
luckily it is a pain he's avoided feeling too often. between fighting in the stepstones and the occasional tourney, he's managed to avoid spending too long away from his home.
perhaps that ought to be arranged for after his visit to the rock, then.
he knows he would miss his home if he hadn't returned in as long — seven knows how he missed riverrun even while fighting in the stepstones, and that was only brief.
perhaps he ought to urge his grandfather to host the river lords, she might be able to attend.
he's racking up quite the checklist of things to do, isn't he?
travel to casterly rock; insult her uncle and his damned cliffs; take in a pleasant view of pleasant company. what else?