@kimaquare
⠀ ⠀ dearest father, what becomes
of the boy no longer a boy?
⠀ ⠀ synyra beowulf, “then i saw it— a dragon as white as the snow and on top was not a boy, but a man.” STORMBRINGER, with his dragon SOULEATER.
you know, we are more alike than you think
long claw, my father’s sword..
@kimaquare [ samm beam’s at his wonder. he’s sure to hold up the sword, so it doesn’t fall as soon as it is in the younger’s hands. long claw was a heavy sword. even samm couldn’t properly hold it until he was sixteen years of age— two years ago ] it’s made of dragon steel. the heaviest in the north. sharpest too
must you follow me, synyra?
[ with a raised brow, he would glance down at the crumpled up slip of paper that austine had specially written to the king. now taking it into his own grasp, he reads it over with a soft sigh, ] i’ll ..pay him a visit later
@draqariys he said to meet him, he wants to hear your plans. * synyra pulls out the crumpled paper, he had hurriedly shoved it into his pocket when he initially saw and read it. *
move it, you twat — you’re going to make us late
@reapsowed it doesn’t sound too different than your own, viserys. .. how about you make me move.
@kimaquare i’ve tried.. many times. doesn’t work when you keep coming back around with that whiny little voice of yours. move, synyra
@reapsowed why are you always so mean to me? would it not be better to ignore my existence as i do yours?
what are you upset about ..
@beasthe nobody.. it was from the vase. * he motions towards the broken glass sprawled across the floor. * i tried to clean it up, so father wouldn’t get angry with me. i cut my hand in the process.
@kimaquare [ maegon is oddly gentle, once the injury comes into view. he holds up his brother’s hand, examining the cut more closely. and when his eyes briefly averted to find the cause of it. already assuming the worst, his free hand opted to rest upon the hilt of one of his many blades ] .. i wont tell him. who did this to you?
@beasthe .. * sniffing— he holds his bleeding hand towards his brother. synyra had been playing earlier ( after being told to stop ) and managed to knock one of the vases over. in an attempt to clean up his mess ( and avoid trouble ) picked the glass up and earned himself a small gash. * don’t tell father please.
come, fly with me
@kimaquare [ leanna couldn’t withhold the childish giggle that fell from her lips. her young cousin always managed to bring a silly little smile on her face. once he was close enough, she rested her hands on his shoulders, squeezing them gently ] whatever you wish, rhiannon is large enough to carry both of us— the fastest, too
@truerheir really? * the excitement in his voice is almost overwhelming as he hurries to his feet and towards his cousin. * could i ride with you .. or did you want me to bring soul along.
synyra, you should be resting ..
alright ..alright, one more and that’s it [ while typically she would refrain from giving into his pleading, he seemed too desperate and willing to improve ..so she couldn’t refuse him of his wish. scanning the area for perhaps a spare sword, she had no preference whether it was a wooden one for training or one made of steel, she picks a wooden one up off the ground and grips onto the hilt of it, ] since you’re so eager to improve, i’ll spar you
@nomartyr .. * she makes a valid point, as always. but he craved his family’s validation.. he’d work himself to death if it meant making them proud. * just another another, then i’ll rest. i swear to you.
and you will, with time. but you cannot get better —or stronger if you do not rest with the sun. even the most skilled of knights and warriors need their proper rest too
you’re late.
@kimaquare [his back is towards him, with his one good eye he examines the sword in his grasp. it’s pommel was bronze, shaped to mimic the head of his own bronze mount. and the blade shimmered in the early sun] i’m preparing you for the realities of war. our enemies to not march forth with wooden swords and mercy in their blood.
@beasthe .. * swiftly he cases the blade into the snowy grounds. * please, do not take this the wrong way. but i wish to do my lessons with someone else, i fear .. if i continue to do these with you— it will not end well.
@kimaquare don’t be sorry, be better [ the hilt of the sword is offered, and he turns on his heel, rolling his wrist, his fingers clutching his own blade. it would have been better to use wooden swords to prevent an injury. but they served no use for maegon, and broke easily in his hand ]
now, pick up your sword and try again
only if you attempt to best me, which you may not ..as long as the effort is there [ while she shoots him a rather promising smile, she wasn’t going to make this easy for him either. he was a boy, who only trained with those who were either purposely rough with him in means to prepare him for war, or those who have never experienced in war combat. hiking her skirt up only some so her boots wouldn’t step along the hem of it, she assumed her previous position and held her sword up. not a single glimpse of insincerity present along her stoic features, ] what you do ..is never show your opponent any sense of weariness or insincerity, no matter who they may be. you cannot let them think you are weak ..ever
@nomartyr .. * his eyes lighten and he bites back a grin. * really? you’ll let me? and you won’t tell my father? * the idea of finally getting a chance to relax is enough to have him straightening his back and repositioning his feet. *
a man, or woman of great reverence is no excuse for hesitation. the king himself still finds himself to strengthen his profound craft. [ she wasn’t a fool, synyra wanted no part in training especially when the children his age and younger were out and frolicking about with not a single worry to bother their minds, ] i understand that you are young and wish to carry on like the other kingdom children ..but there is no time for rest with war. i’ll make a deal with you, if you best me in this duel you can go run along ..i will not tell a soul if you don’t