i am the eldest child of lord howland reed. at sixteen years old. i have a younger brother named jojen who is thirteen. my loyalty is sworn to the starks. i am currently on way to riverrun with bran stark and my brother.
“I doubt, much like me, feeding is not his first priority!”
“Hm.. I’m sure where else..” She trails off, wondering into thought.
“He is a steed like his master. Now where would I go if I were him” Oberyn pondered.
“Wherever food is an honorable mention.” She noted.
“Diacon is my Stallion, swift, red with black manes and two young zorses on his heels”
“Ah.” She nodded as she understood. “It sounds like a lovely horse.”
“Such a pity. The last time I saw him was at Roberts Coronation. A day still sour on my tongue” he sighed, closing his eyes for only a moment. “Now where did Diacon go”
She nodded. “I would suggest perhaps paying a visit, but as you know, our home can be very difficult to find.. Diacon?” She raised an eyebrow in question.
Just as well, I did not want my presence known until the right moment had come and it finally has. Pleased to meet you, m’lady. I’m afraid I have not heard of your house, but that does not make it any less noble. [smiles]
Clever on your part. I assume it was difficult trying not to be recognized, let a lone giving the allure that you were dead. It is a pleasure to meet you too. That’s kind of you, truly. Most assume it is the other way around. [she makes a small, almost laughing sound before smiling back at him] So how are you?
(Source: lady-meerareed)
“Lady Meera. I have met your father. I am glad to see he has such a lovely daughter. How is Howland fairing?”
“Why thank you.” She nods with a smile. “I do not know, my apologies. I have been with Starks lately, and we can not send ravens to The Greywater Watch.” A frown flickered across her face for a second. “And unfortunately, when I passed through The Neck I was unsuccessful in finding our home, nor did we have the time to search thoroughly.”
“It is my pleasure, I am gald to share it” he held out a rose. “Now,w hat might your name be” he cooed.
She took the rose carefully, making sure to avoid the thorns as she held it. She sniffed it lightly. It was a wonderful scent. “I am Meera, of House Reed.”
It appears so, does it not? I’m sorry, my lady, it seems that you know me but I do not know who you are…
It does, it’s just that all of the Seven Kingdoms, thought you to be well.. deceased. I wouldn’t quite except you to know. My house is not known as well as for example, House Lannister or House Stark. I am Meera, of House Reed.
(Source: lady-meerareed)
Oberyn smiled, and bowed to kiss her hand. “Lovely little Lady, a rose for your name!”
Meera looked at the man for a moment, analyzing him, in order to identify him. It was long before she realized him. “Prince Oberyn.” She nods with a smile. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”
aegon—targaryen replied to your post: dear lord am i confused.
ooc: about what, lovely?
well, i’m confused with these (& & ) posts & also the whole oberyn thing. i’m pretty sure we weren’t supposed to interact with people outside of our group..
and now i just read that oberyn is taken so forget that. :P
