In reply to Strohan Storm (msg # 89):

"You have to admire dedication of a man in armor heat," said a woman approaching Stroham from behind. Cyra is a fairly tall woman, though Stroham dwarfed her in comparison, and her form-fitting, and extremely high quality, silk gown that was so pale of lilac that it could have been white. The color was striking against the deep caramel tone of her skin. Her dark eyes squinted as she looked, and her smile made her look delighted to see him. "Your Stroham Storm?" Her voice was heavily accented and she appeared to stumble over grammar, but she didn't appear to be concerned by either. The wind picked up momentarily, blowing the fabric taught across her body and causing her dark hair to stream across her face. She pulled her hair away from her face but did nothing for her dress, completely at ease.
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Stohan stopped turning at the sound of a gentle voice behind him. Seeing Cyra standing there he bowed his head to greet her.

"I am Strohan, mi'lady"

 He couldn't help but appreciate the breeze even more now than when it was cooling him off. He wasn't sure of the status of this beautiful lady but surely to dress with such elegance she had to be high born. The breeze allowed the dress to shape her body and Strohan quickly realized that before him stood a woman who demanded respect, her confidence was impressive. She did not stand timid or affraid in his presence and it was clear she had an aura about her that even Strohan had to admire.

 "What can I do for you."
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Bron grinned at Ashara's scolding, hoping that her aunt had not caught what he had said. He gave an awkward bow to Aislin, seeing the suspicion and hostility upon her face. Not much of a surprise really-it was just the sort of attention he drew. Here, North, and even North of the wall.

His body language and appearance gave off an threatening reaction most found very disturbing-especially children. As a result, he moved so the small child would not be facing him, in this case behind Ashara by a step. It also kept her between him and Aislin, which was good. He had little doubt the lady would like to see him vanish.

"A pleasure, my Lady." He said, trying to sound proper. Of course it would not. Coming from him-it doubtlessly sounded like some sort of veiled threat.

In reply to Strohan Storm (msg # 91):

"It please me to meet you, I am called Cyra Vyraes," she said, giving him an extra warm smile. "I come from little ship you guard.... expertly." She had paused to select the correct word from her limited arsenal of Westerosi words. "I am told you would finish guard soon, and you to escort me to Kolwey Keep. Good Lord and Lady Kolwey have asked." Behind her were two dock workers loading a pleasant-looking wagon with chests, which were probably Cyra's belongings. Beside the wagon stood two people who looked similarly strange in Dorne: one was a rapscallion of a man wearing ringmail and an arakh at his belt, and the other was a woman about Cyra's age, who wore a slightly less styled dress compared to Cyra, who pretended to detest everything around her. Both had a similar, exotic, Essos look to them.

'I am charmed by your company," she said. There was a lot to like about Westerosi manners, Cyra decided and not for the first time, since they were either unfashionably polite or so rude they were one wrong word away from drawing swords. The quality made it easy to determine where one stood. Stroham was also a man that stuck her as having little fear without coming off arrogant. It was a combination she liked as much as she liked the manners in Westeros.

"Escorting you to the Keep would be my honor. I'm to be replaced here shortly..."

As Strohan spoke the man came up nodding and announcing himself as Strohans replacement.

"It seems that I'm yours now"

 Strohan nodded to the man approaching and steps over so that Cyra could lead the way. He was sure the heat would make him less the appealing to be to close to so he kept his distance without appearing anti social. He wanted to be close enough to keep Cyra safe, after all he was sure that was all he was needed for from the Docks to the Keep.

When the replacement arrived, Cyra turned to the two from the wagon, now filled, and spoke in Myrish. "Blue Beard, Niq, please bring up the wagon. I will walk with this gentleman."

Dio Diosanta nodded and stroked his blue beard, responding in an even heavier accent than Cyra's own in Myrish, "Aye, Little Plum, I'll keep an eye on him from behind, make sure he does not give you shit."

Cyra chuckled and shook her head. "Ah, pirates."

Dio Dio gave a deep-throated laugh. "It's what you pay me for."

He jumped easily onto the wagon and gave a hand to the other woman as Cyra turned back to Stroham. She approached him and looped her hand around his sword-arm and winked. "I said escort, did I not?" she said playfully, switching back to her less-fluent Westerosi, "We walk and talk. Tell me of Dorne, Stroham. It has been year last I see her. How is peace?" It was unavoidable that she noticed the smell of a man who has been in his armor all day, but she did not seem to mind; he was guarding her shipment, and now her, after all. No, in fact she was practically beaming at feeling the sun and the winds as if they were the finest wines and cheeses made to be savored. She didn't walk quickly and there were moments when she would press her hand gently into Stroham's arm as if to balance herself.

OOC: We can keep the conversation short to get to the Keep and/or do a time jump as per Caladin's request. It wouldn't be in Cyra's idiom to walk without chatting.

 Strohan was a little taken back as Cyra slid her arm under his. For a moment he wondered what others might think as they walked, this was a beautiful lady on his arm and often that lead to others talking, and then all to often people talking lead to people saying the wrong thing, and then people saying the wrong thing often lead to Strohan being put in bad place. None the less he couldn't hide the fact that it did make him feel good to have such a exotic creature on his side.

"I can't think of to many places I would not be honored to escort you. I must warn you, these long legs don't cover as much ground as some might think. At least not when they have a reason to be slow."

 He gave her a grin, to assure you he ment to offense.

"I have not been in Dorne for long. Until recently I found myself spending a great deal of time in The Reach along the boarder of Dorne."

He didn't want to go into detail about what it was he had been doing. Mainly because he wasn't the sort to boast about taking the lives of so many men. Bragging was never something he needed to do. His reputation in some areas was enough, helping it travel wasn't something he favored. Also he was sure that she was not the sort to enjoy a story of blood and carnage on a battlefield.


"I've heard word of a trip to Kingslanding, and I've never been that far north, but then again until now I had never been this far south. Sadly I wouldn't be surprised if your travels had taken you to much more of Westeroes then I have been."


 As the two walked Strohan did his best to not come across awkward in their conversation. He wanted to set her at ease and she was extremely pleasant to walk with.


OOC:We can fast travel unless Cyra has something to say. I'm good.. lol if she responds I will more than likely keep talking so might be better to fast travel.

The trip back to Kolwyn Hold is a few short 2 miles from the hamlet, the 'Hold' is both impressive too both look at and be in. Along the way it's also very beautiful, the landscape it not just sand and weeds, in fact almost the opposite. Wild flowers bloom along the road and near trees or under their shade.

The gate is open and the Hold looks veryy busy, wagons are being loaded and warrior are preparing their things. As Shrohan and Cyra passes the gate several Kolwyn family members are many other have flooded the courtyard.

Many just stare as the Lady Kolwyn approaches her newest Steward.

"I am glad. Leaves leisure for conversation. I must practice my Westerosi on you." She squeezed his arm lightly to show she was pleased rather than offended. "I have been to Reach and Dorne, never King Landing. Do we travel for royal wedding? I hear rumor." The idea of attending the royal wedding so soon after her arrival made Cyra want to purr; her sister would be jealous and it sounded like nothing less than an adventure. Not to mention there would be great business opportunities there. What could be better?

"We see similar place. That explain why I not see you last I here. You are hard man to miss. Where you at Reach for the war? Oh." she paused and glanced up to the sky as if remembering something humorous, then looked at Stroham again curiously. "Is 'That explain' or 'that explains'? I never know."

Cyra hardly noticed the distance as they continued to speak, and before she knew it the Keep was before her eyes. It was the scent of the wildflowers that brought her back to her surroundings, and somehow even with the busy courtyard it seemed less ominous and serious than when conflict was closer. For those few minutes at seeing and entering the gates Cyra did not speak; instead she looked around to soak in all of the colors and smells and noises.

At the sight of Lady Kolwyn, Cyra's face lit up as though she had spotted an old friend. She gave Stroham a squeeze and look of thanks before closing the distance between herself and Tansa. She curtsied for the Westerosi greeting and lightly kissed the lady on both cheeks in the proper Myrish greeting and said, "Valar morghulis Lady Kolwyn. You look radiant as ever! It is gift to see you again."

OOC: I'm going to assume that Stroham and Cyra still chatted between those two points, it's just not all written out. :D

"Oh! Hello, Rashid" Ashara takes Rashid. She was looking forward to having children of her own but was inexperienced with caring for them. Gosh, he's gotten heavier since I held him last. "I can help watch him and the other kids if you need a rest, I'm happy to help!" Ashara suggested.
Ashara pouts slightly when Aislin suggests Fatima will compete in the tourney. Jadis can't come with us because she might shock the Six Kingdoms, but Fatima riding around pretending to be a man supposedly won't shock them at all. It's so unfair!
Ashara returns Aislin's smile. "Aww, that's sweet. I didn't know uncle was such a romantic. I'm sure he'll do well in the joust, he's a very strong knight. We'll cheer him on together."
"Who is that woman with mother? I've never seen her before, and she's surely not Westerosi" Ashara asked curiously. She frowned as she overheard Cyra greet her mother. She spoke High Valyrian and All men must die sounded like a threat of some kind. She moved closer to the conversation, but didn't intrude. Her mother would call her over and introduce her if she wanted her in the conversation.

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 99):

Lady Aislin watches as Ashara walks off with Rashid to go investigate the new comers, looking at her daughter Fatimah, she shook her head. "Ah, your cousin, so easily distracted," she said chuckling. While normally leaving a conversation in such a way would be considered rude, especially in the company of her wild man friend. Lady Aislin looked the man once over, and shook her head. "Now... where is your Sister, Nadira? I'm sure she's in the sweets again... Sophia?" she said looking at her other daughter with an accusing glare. To which Sophia simply shrugged her shoulders. Sighing she shook her head and "She'll turn up eventually, that little girl admired Jadis far too much."

Ashara turns around and rejoins the conversation. "I didn't go too far, Aunt Aislin. I was merely curious" she explains. She sets down Rashid and takes him by the hand.

Materializing out of the background of unobtrusive people in the very much not empty keep Maester Archibald steps into the gap left by Ashara's abandonment of their guests to address Cyra and her companions.  ”Valar dohaeris Cyra Vyaes, welcome to our humble abode is there anything you require before the servants show you to your temporary quarters until we depart for King's Landing?”

 Keeping his place, he stood watching as Cyra moved toward Lady Kolwyn. The walk was nice and Cyra seemed interesting to say the least but he knew his place and wasn''t about to approach the Lady of the house. He was told he would be escorting Cyra to the Keep and he had done just that, both her and her belongings were in good hands now.

 Stepping aside so that wagon and her chest could move forward Strohan wondered if he would ever find himself across the sea. He had heard stories about great warriors being trianed there. Looking down axe and then at his shield we grinned to himself. To think that his training was simple and basic yet he was able to handle his share, at least as of now he we sure there were others out there better than himself but he hadn't found any of them yet. Perhaps in Kingslanding there might be someone up to the task.

Strohan came back from his thoughts as Cyra opened her mouth and spoke. The tounge of the free cities rolled out like sweet honey but Strohan had no idea what she had said.



OOC:Not going to lie..."All men must die,’ or ‘all men are mortal." is a pretty messed up welcome...lol I thought this was more a code word for the Faceless men? either way when I read it I grinned...because I thought she was threatening the Lady lol

Lady Tansa smiles at Ashara "that my child is our new 'Steward of Eastern Trade' her name is Cyra Vyraes and she is from a fairly well know merchant family in Essos".


Tansa give her attention to Lady Cyra, "so nice to see you again, ... you have yet to meet all of the Kowlyn family, this is my sweet daughter Ashara."


"So how was your journey? ... We were at the dock and I was able to see some for the wears, excellent selections. We will ship most of them off to the dyers in the villages north." Lady Tanse is dressed well and the castle sees to be very busy as Cyra looks over the lady's shoulders and notices the servants getting ready what looks like a caravan.
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A steward from a trade family and talk of shipping. Fatimah can really only see one conclusion. Lucky, I take it she is already enriching your house? I trust that everything else has been going just as well? Compared to the lady Fatimah wasn't dressed well with her armor and weapons. Its probably not strictly needed right now, but when they go through the Kingdoms in unknown land it will be a good policy.

"Please excuse me, aunt Aislin, my lord Rashid. My lady mother needs me." Ashara says when her mother calls her over. She turns Rashid back over to his mother for the time being before heading to join her mother Lady Tansa.
Ashara curtsies formally to Cyra as she's introduced. "Wonderful to meet you, Cyra. I'm sure your service will benefit both our families. I'm think you and I will get along very well" she says pleasantly. She nodded in agreement to when her mother complimented the wares they had seen together.

Bron grinned as he suddenly became invisible to the ladies. He rather got the idea the lady Aislin would rather not him be around. Besides, there would be other chances to catch up with Ashara. Even Fatimah seemed drawn away by her mother. It did not bother Bron. Any conversation that ended without threats and calls to the guards he considered a success. In the meantime, there had to be an inn where he could pass the time. He gave a glacé skyward, and a large black eagle looked down at him from the top of the walls. He nodded at it, and the animal proceeded to fly off. Still in view of him, but far out of any errant hunters bow...

In reply to Bron Snow (msg # 107):

Looking around briefly it was rather easy for the Snow to find an adequate Inn in which to spend his time. There were several knights off in the corner, some of them men, from the newly arrived House Ravenhowe, others were from House Kolwyn and there were even a Hedge Knight among their numbers, that is if Bron could read the Heraldy of their shields which were lain next to them leaning against the table. It seemed by the conversation they were playing the game Cyvasse from Essos and trying to learn it.

Across the room were the serving girls who were talking to various merchants who were passing through, it seemed one of the merchants who had taken to the drink early was trying to convince the young woman to come with him and that he would make her life "magical".

It was then that a plump Dornishman with a big beard addressed him, "What can I do for you?" he was obviously the innkeeper seeing how he was behind the bar. "Food? Drink?" There was some cheering over by the table of knights as it seemed some one had won the game, and a new one started.

Cyra looked pleased that Maester Archibald knew the proper response to the traditional Myrish greeting, and she nodded in thanks to his courtesies. "You are kind, Maester. I afraid I not heard of departure for King Landing until good Strohan tell me." She gestures with an open palm to Strohan when she mentioned him. "If it not bother, the horses use watering and maid Niq could go ahead with belongings. I see hold is," she paused and searched for the right word, "vibrant." It probably wasn't the right word, but it was the best one that came to Cyra's mind.

At the introduction to Ashara, Cyra came forward and greeted her in the same manner that she greeted Ashara's mother: with a kiss on each cheek. It was close enough to tell that she smelt of cinnamon and jasmine. "I see beauty poise comes in family, Ashara. I happy we get to know each other! I hope to be benefit to both family."

Turning back to Lady Tansa, Cyra continued, "The trip was less eventful, more pleasant. No storm, pirates avoid. Glad we here at last." At the praise the lady gave of the silk and lace, Cyra looked as though two spring festivals were announced, not just one. "Excellent! I so pleased you like. Has Lord Kolwyn yet see my Warrsilks? Perhaps a demonstration of if he not see. Good under armor." She glanced at the organized chaos of the courtyard before amending her suggestion. "Perhaps demonstration in King Landing. Good advertise for trade."

In reply to WaryJasra (msg # 108):

Bron tired to keep quiet when he entered the inn. When he drew attention to himself, drunken fools tended ether to leave the inn fast, or attempt to start a brawl with him. If he was not noticed, nether would happen. Of course, he stood out even in the north. Not not much chance of going unseen here. He would have to get it over with...

"Ale, and a meal." He said to the man, hoping it did not come off too threatening. He had coin, and could often overcome fear...

Ashara waves farewell to Bron as he leaves.
When Cyra notes the hold can be "vibrant" Ashara nods and replies "It can certainly get exciting around here." Especially with Jadis to look after.

Ashara is a bit surprised by Cyra's greeting, but smiles at her. " Thank you for the compliments, Cyra. I'm sorry to make you travel to King's Landing when you just got here. But I'm glad to hear your trip was pleasant. Excited to see King’s Landing?"
"I suspect I wear your silk..." Ashara muses.

 Strohan didn't always sit well when among nobles. Doing his best he began to step away to give the ladies the space they needed to do their meet and greet. Stepping away he allowed himself to consider Kings Landing and what might be there that would take his employer that distance away from thier homes.

 Coin he thought was most likely the reason, often it was his reason for doing anything. Getting by often left a gray area for moral choices. Then again he hadn't been here as long as he had been other places and he was learning new ways every day so perhaps he was wrong.

 He considered checking on his horse and wagon. He hadn't been over to feed the animal all day so it was about time to do just that.




OOC: Strohan is going to head to take care of his belongings until called upon for the trip ~ That is unless something comes up between here and there

Detailing a pair of stable boys, who no doubt thought themselves unnoticed as they watched the arrival of yet more guests, to assist in the care of Cyra's horses with little more than a stern glare and a flick of his wrist Master Archibald keeps the majority of his attention on the ladies to ensure that his brief interjection does not interrupt any important conversations.  ”Your horses will be taken care of, they should be ready to travel before we depart.  If not there are several extra horses you can make use of while yours rest on the journey.”

"Not all. Eu, not at all. I am delighted to see capital. Travel make me feel alive," Cyra continued with as much enthusiasm as ever written on her face, but at Ashara's statement on her Myrish silk Cyra's dark eyes lit up. She took a step back to fully admire the lady's gown. She found it nothing shy of fascinating what her own fabrics looked like in Westerosi style. "Beautiful," she said and moved forward again to touch Ashara's arm, "It is comfortable, yes?" It was a question asked with genuine concern. The family's silk was one of Cyra's fierce prides, and in Myr clothing was only as good as it was comfortable: not necessarily practical, but it must be wearable.

When Maester Archibald returned his attention to the group, Cyra nodded her head in thanks, "I remember Dorne for great hospitality. You are kind. How soon to depart?"

Behind her the pirate Dio Dio stood at ease a few paces behind Cyra and didn't seem all too interested in the conversation at hand.