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the lady of lys felt as if her attention was getting bad, the conversations were getting too long, loud and the idea of being around other people was starting to cause a slight headache. ahava knew she needed a small break, to just look around, breathe a little and be alone with her own thoughts. it was pleasant to know she wasn't alone -- that she wasn't the only one needing to be away from everything for just a little while. "my apologies," the rogare quickly let out, her soft smile growing small. "i'll have to agree... it all gets too much at times" a hand comes to softly fix her hair, unsure on how to proceed next. leave the other lady alone? perhaps, keep her company? "would you be willing to share your hiding place for a bit?"

open starter — the claiming .

— “ IT seems you’ve stumbled upon my hiding place . ” the baelish lady smiles politely along with her words , though discomfort at being caught unawares tightens the look into something resembling more a grimace . a subtle escape to the gardens , away from the booming mass of nobles , for a moment of peace and quiet is no longer the easy feat it was in an emptier keep . “ a break for fresh air is quite necessary at these events , i have found . ” she continues , though clarification has yet to be demanded ; there is always an urge to explain , an urge to apologize for a crime when none has been committed . it will linger in her bones until her skin is dust .

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the youngest lady of the rogare family looked up to the voice calling her name, quickly yet softly adjusting her attire. not that it was disheveled but ahava had noticed she had been fixing everything extra carefully during the festivities. perhaps, as a way of keeping appearances. "lady juliet," ahava acknowledged the lady of highgarden with a nod. "i am, indeed, enjoying my stay," her words were soft and sweet, though they hid something else. "and being able to witness a dragon claiming was surely fascinating. i believe everything has been very pleasant, thus far"

@ofamour ⸻ to ahava rogare .

                   doe-like   eyes   looked   out   from   over   top   of   her   drink   ,   a   vision   in   red   though   she   wouldn't   think   so   as   the   color   rarely   appeared   in   her   wardrobe   .   "   are   you   enjoying   your   stay   ,   lady   ahava   ?   "   melodic   voice   asked   the   lyseni   guest   .      she   doubted   westeros   could   really   compare   to   essos   in   terms   of   beauty   ,   but   surely   a   dragon   claiming   was   something   was   new   .

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the interest, awe and enthusiasm were quick to wear off for the youngest lady of lys. somewhat, her attention couldn't be on the dragon for too long nor the event in itself. sure, one cannot deny how it was rather interesting at first. for ahava, it even pinged a sense of inspiration. the lady is quick to look at oh-so-familiar lady laena with a playful smile. "how come you read my mind?" the youngest quickly inquired. "i too thought it'd be prettier but, still, its colors are rather interesting, i won't deny" ahava added onto the discourse with a shrug, her usual smile never leaving her lips. "are you enjoying the festivities thus far?"

closed starter ›› ahava rogare , @ofamour

observations  of  the  emerald  beast  were  made at a distance. due not to fear but rather lack of the fervent fascination that had infected most of the crowd. nereid's curiosity quieter. hues eventually drifted to the lady that stood beside her, not the normal rogare she oft gravitated toward but a member of her dear friend's family was still a welcomed sight. laena leaned closer and whispered,  ❝ the dragon is impressive but not very pretty. ❞   it reminded her of a larger version of the lizards that climbed the rocks on braavos' coastline.

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"oh, worry not" ahava let out with a soft smile. her hand quick to fix her attire, while the other strong on the glass, to not let her wine fly anywhere and ruin the event for both of the ladies. the youngest of the rogare family could somewhat understand elif's awe. she too had been in awe earlier on and for various reasons, that is. "it is an act of extreme courage, it seems," the youngest of the pair stated with a nod. "and it is rather interesting, overall. don't you think?" she questioned back with a tilt of her head.

Seeing a dragon and not being close to it but certainly not being far from it was still very overwhelming for her. She had never seen a dragon up close before, and she wasn't sure of what to do... stare at it? Look away? Would it set fire to everything? How safe was everyone currently? A ton of questions swirled around in her mind as she sipped her wine and nearly stumbled backwards over her own flowy gown. She caught herself but slightly brushed against someone nearby. "Oh! My apologies. I'm just... in awe. I've never seen a dragon this close before." She said. "I never thought I'd see a Targaryen claim a dragon. What do you think of it?" She asked curiously.

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her familiar, soft smile, adorned her face as she carried around her glass of wine. ahava was sticking to whoever dared to give her some of their time - conversations could get quite boring fast, and so the lady of lys dared to stick close to her siblings or rather people that seemed more interesting in her eyes. her attention is fully on the lady of winterfell, a twinkle in her eyes from pure amusement. a giggle almost bubbling at the actions of the older woman. the offer was quite tempting, ahava wished to not cause problems, however, the youngest lady couldn't help but to want something fun. thrilling. "a competition?" ahava enquires with an enthusiastic smile. "a sip of wine is nothing... but i'm afraid i'll have to accept the challenge you propose", she concludes with a smug shrug. "so tell me more of it"

*    ⠀🐺     𓂅      with  an  exuberant  countenance  adorned  by  an  eager  smile,  alessia  wasted  no  iota  of  time  in  gracefully  approaching  the  wine  table  upon  her  entrance  to  the  event.  in  her  delicate  grasp  rested  a  half-empty  glass  of  wine,  a  testament  to  her  early  immersion  in  the  hedonistic  pleasures  of  the  libation.  the  ambiance  of  the  venue,  alive  with  vivacity  and  tranquility  alike,  draped  around  her  like  a  silken  veil,  ensconcing  her  in  a  buoyant  cocoon  of  euphoria.  "remarkable  indeed  is  the  elixir  bestowed  upon  these  festivities,"  she  declared  with  a  touch  too  much  volume,  directing  her  words  to  the  companion  who  had  ventured  near  the  table,  her  actions  punctuated  by  a  discreet  pour  of  wine  into  her  already  brimming  glass.  "but  hush  now..."  she  interjected,  placing  her  dainty  fingers  upon  her  companion's  lips,  the  subtle  effects  of  the  wine  taking  gentle  hold  of  her  senses.  "pray,  do  not  apprise  my  progenitors  of  my  indulgence,"  she  murmured,  her  concern  faintly  tinged  with  apprehension  regarding  their  potential  disapproval  upon  witnessing  her  current  state.  "and  what  of  thee?"  she  inquired  with  a  playful  lilt,  her  gaze  alighting  upon  her  companion  with  a  mischievous  gleam.  "shall  thou  merely  be  an  observer  or  art  thou  inclined  to  partake  in  imbibing  alongside  me?  methinks  a  competition  may  ensue!"  her  words,  uttered  as  though  a  revelation  of  profound  brilliance,  carried  an  air  of  whimsical  suggestion.  "thou  art  familiar  with  such  diversions,"  she  continued,  her  thoughts  momentarily  adrift  in  a  labyrinth  of  contemplation.  "i  shall  pose  a  query;  shouldst  thou  falter  in  response,  a  sip  of  wine  shall  be  thy  penance.  dost  thou  accept  the  challenge,  or  dost  thou  shrink  from  it  in  trepidation?"

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( mint ranchrawee,  26,  cis woman,  she / her. )  announcing  the  arrival  of  AHAVA  of  house  ROGARE,  the  LADY  of  LYS.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  SYMPATHETIC  and  QUIXOTIC  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  painting.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  never living up to your potential, twirling around in dresses, being in the shadow of others while baring the brightest smile.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  EMPEROR  OF  ESSOS.

PART I.

full name: ahava rogare / nickname(s): ava / title: lady of lys / age: twenty-six ( 26 ) / gender & pronouns: cis woman, she/her / orientation: heterosexual

PART II.

hair colour: brown / eye colour: brown / height:  1.75m / face claim: mint ranchrawee / distinguishing features: n/a

PART III.

positive: amiable, caring, dedicated, dutiful / negative: gullible, stubborn, quixotic / moral alignment: neutral good / hobbies: painting, needlework.

PART IV.

father: lord drako rogare ( deceased ) / siblings: lord tbd rogare, older brother, first magister of lys; lady daria rogare, oldest sister; lady amaera rogare, older sister.

PART V.

— you're the youngest of the family, born with three older siblings that carried the responsibilities and burdens of the family from the start. you, however, were doomed to live under their shadows ever since you can remember. always clinging to everyone's sleeves and begging for something more

— you want your father and those around them to look and think of you as worthy of their trust. but no one can look at ahava and think of her as something other than a pretty flower that still needs a lot of work to fully bloom

— it takes you a while to accept you'll never be worthy of a lot within the family. you accept your softness, your kindness and your lack of deep knowledge on the family business. you keep up with appearances and never let your family down, however, you never exactly feel like you fit in.

— the death of your father sort of weakens you, as you lose idea of what to do. ahava, you truly never knew who you were, right? you smile, you act right, you read the script everyone has been throwing your way from birth but you never truly took the time to understand what you like. what you dislike. to think for yourself

— you live in your bubble of pretty ideas, of brown brushes and paint-tinted fingers. maybe one day you'll come in handy, who knows.

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Virginia Woolf, from "The Waves"

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I love questioning things, I've been confused my whole life

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Eileen R. Tabios, ed. by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes, from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women: A World Poetry Anthology; "Three Coyotes"

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ahava rogare, lady of lys / intro.