status : open .
setting : balcony observing the bleeding star .
when : the evening of the wedding .
while the red glow cast upon the keep seemed to give the festivities an otherworldly appearance, it was nothing compared to the glimpses one could catch of the comet outside. the evening so far had been spent indulging in wine and easy conversation, feeling less out of place in dornish fashions alongside familiar company and hints of lys that filled the room. still, though, the evening air is a welcome reprieve from the warmth of pressing bodies, and as much as she enjoyed listening in on the whispers of passing servants, even gwyn found them too repetitive this early into the evening. staring towards the comet in the sky, the young manwoody raised fine glass of dornish red to her lips and offered her next words to nearby company. ❝ do you think the comet and the evening’s theme are coincidence ? they say a red comet is a sign of things to come. good ones, i shall hope, for the prince and princess. ❞
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