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the distance between the siblings was felt far more greatly now in the absence of one less in their family, as his failings as eldest child were revealed more greatly. “ i appreciate the sentiment, ravenna,” he speaks, hovering still near her in the silence that followed his words. a part of him longs to tell her that he cares for her, but he finds that speaking the words into existence are harder than he believed. “ are you to return to your duty soon? i … hope that they are being kind to you, in regards to everything.” it had once been a childhood dream that they both would bear duty to the crown, and now ravenna cared the burden alone while the brother remained trapped in nighstong. 

Even in their youth, Ravenna and her brother had never been the most physically affectionate siblings. Their fondness for each other was seldom demonstrated with a hug or friendly hand, more often than not replaced by a small smile or respectful words. So the significance of hearing Wyllas note his appreciation was not lost on the brunette. She dipped her head in recognition, taking a moment to weigh her response before giving it voice. “I expect the princess may be in need of my assistance sooner rather than later. But nothing specific awaits.” the lady in waiting explained. After a pause, her voice grew slightly hushed and familiar. “Vasila would never let anything happen to me.” Of that Ravenna was quite certain. “And I haven’t forgotten what I learned from watching your swordwork.” The last remark was more an intention of warmth than to be taken literally. For the brunette had become a warrior in her own right, but not just from studying her brother. 

#ravenna of nightsong #wandering with wyllas

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         had  she  continued  on  past  him as if he was nothing more than a ghost then he would accepted it, but she stopped, though stefan wasn’t sure if it was only out of the politeness that court demanded.        ❝  it was nothing important. i can tell him it when we cross paths.  ❞        now that they were in the dragon’s shadow once more, stefan found himself more inclined to constantly be in the company of other stormlanders, not trusting the king to not have some secret scheme in the works.        ❝  how have you been? i didn’t see you at nightsong the times i visited.   ❞

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Ravenna was tempted to push until Stefan revealed exactly what information he wished to share with her brother. After all, while he was the ruling lord, the brunette still felt she merited respect in equal to Wyllas. But, perhaps now was not the time. She doubted this would be the last time she and the Lord Baratheon crossed paths in New Valyria. As the lady in waiting settled back, he managed to poke the bear once more, whether he knew it or not. Outside of attending Jeyne’s funeral, Ravenna had not spent long at Nightsong since the fateful wedding. And though on its face the question was innocent, it taunted at something deep within her chest. “I’m sorry if I did not spend long enough in demonstrable mourning with my family for your satisfaction, my lord.” The brunette returned coolly. “Perhaps I ought to have consulted you before I returned to the service of the princess.” 

#ravenna of nightsong #setting with stefan #tw death

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tcmpest​:

who: robar & ravenna ( @ravenna-of-nightsong ) where: an alehouse in staerdale when: shortly after everyone’s arrival

He’d wondered, since the summons arrived, if he’d run into her here. Sure, Robar had plenty of more important matters to worry about–the burning of his liege lords, of the family who’d squired him, of the family to whom his own had pledged loyalty to for centuries, for example–and yet the thought lingered like a chill. So close to New Valyria–though even the name tasted bitter on his tongue–he’d been one of the first to arrive, doing what he did best as the rest of the realm trickled in. Playing nice with the dragons required swallowing more pride than he cared to do, and so he paid his dues and spent as much time as possible amongst the guards and knights. So, really, nothing new for Robar.

But now–now, time enough had passed that it seemed most of the realm had arrived, and that damned lingering thought grew harder and harder to ignore. No matter. It was nothing he couldn’t drink away.

Really, Robar should’ve known. The beer hall was full, even at this time of the afternoon, and yet. And yet. That dark hair, that smile he’d chased, that sound of her laugh–an ale was scarcely in his hands before his eyes locked on hers. Grin spreading slow and cocky across his face, he approached her in sure steps. “Ravenna Caron, in my part of the kingdom at last. It’s about time, I think.” A flicker of something he dared not name stirred in his chest, but he swallowed it down with a long drink before setting the ale down on the table between them. They were friends now, nothing more; he refused to consider anything else. 

Ravenna had to admit she was grateful that Vasila did not use their royal title and status as a means to lord over her. Instead the princess offered their lady in waiting the respect and independence that the brunette was quite fond of enjoying. It was one of the behaviors that had allowed the two of them to become friends during Ravenna’s years of service. So after Vasila was properly attended to with the incoming delegations of nobility arriving in New Valyria, the eldest Caron daughter found her way out of the castle halls and into one of the smallfolk towns nearby. 

First on the agenda was to find a tavern, which proved quite simple for the lady. She was seated by herself sipping on a second drink when a familiar yet long unheard voice pricked her ears. Something inside her chest leapt, but Ravenna forced her body to maintain the composure her core seemed unable to. Turning slowly, the brunette finally allowed her eyes to fall on Robar’s. There were streams of words crossing paths in her mind like the crisscross of waterways across the Riverlands, all fighting for voice. What did one say in this situation? “Lord Royce, how kind of you to invite yourself to my table.” The sarcasm was clear, but not caustic. Far more mild than Robar would know her to be capable of. And that was vulnerable enough. The Caron lady didn’t dare let any more escape. 

#ravenna of nightsong #reconnecting with robar

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it at times felt as if there was a river between wyllas and his sisters, the water was too high to wade across it and the bridge that may have once been there had been swept away in the current. ravenna’s words may have been cutting at another instance, but now he found himself too hollowed out for it stir up too much emotion. “ i shall request her presence, if that is what you want, ravenna,” he replies, expressionless as he watches her carefully. something flickers in his eyes, the shadow of what may been desperation at some point. “ will you be there if she is? i feel… as if we have not shared a meal in quite some time.” there is the hint of reconciling, attempt to salvage what may have once existed.

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 In the space between the brunette’s question and her brother’s response, one could’ve dropped a coin three rooms over and the sound would’ve still rung out clearly enough to hear. She wasn’t known as a sensitive woman, emotions made her want to recoil most of the time. But the pure emptiness in his voice had an impact. Perhaps Ravenna had gone soft in the wake of Jeyne’s death. “I will make my best attempt to be there regardless of who is or is not able to join us, Wyllas.” The lady-in-waiting agreed. Which was not to say that she didn’t want Aurore present of course. But her brother’s wife was hardly the only figure of consequence in their family to the brunette. 

#ravenna of nightsong #wandering with wyllas

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@perfervvidus​

Location: Staerdale corridor

Ravenna was on her way back to Princess Sila when she found a stray Targaryen with her face pressed against the window and peering outside. Although this particular princess was not the one she personally served, the brunette felt slightly obligated to step in. Clearing her throat so as not to surprise or frighten Aera, the lady joined her at the window without touching it. “Princess...might I inquire as to why you’re so close to the window? It is quite cold and I’m certain your father would be displeased to hear of you falling ill from too much of it.” Of course, it wasn’t like the princess was standing outside without proper vestments, but perhaps still less than ideal.

#ravenna of nightsong #arranging with aerea #closed starter

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@shesiren​

Location: A Staerdale Courtyard

Not much interested in company at the moment, Ravenna had stolen away from the dining hall with an overly full cup of Dornish red and spirited herself to a small courtyard so that she might drink in peace. The Caron lady had always been fond of her drink, but after everything that had come to pass during the last year, at this point what had once been an indulgence had become a necessity. Trying to fall asleep sober had become an increasingly possible task after the fire, made only more difficult when she’d gone home to Nightsong to say goodbye to Jeyne. She clung to her wine like a small child might a favorite toy of theirs. Before the brunette even truly noticed, the cup had been drained. With a sigh, she rose and headed back towards the entrance of the courtyard to grab another, only to be confronted with the sight of a princess she did not personally serve. “Pardon me, your grace.” 

#ravenna of nightsong #shifting with shaera #closed starter #tw death #tw fire

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flvvrpetals​:

closed starter for @ravenna-of-nightsong​ ! when: arriving to staerdale, the caron chambers. 

“   please   be   careful,   “   wyllas   calls,   voice   stopping   his   sister   before   she   may   leave   the   chambers   their   family   were   residing   in.   he   is   careful   to   not   let   his   worry   appear   too   evident   in   his   words,   though   the   reminder   is   fresh   as   he   had   realized   there   was   one   less   room   than   previous   trips   to   the   capital.   “   let   us   not   forget   for   a   single   moment   that   we   stand   in   a   graveyard.”   their   family   was   full   of   enough   ghosts   as   it   was,   they   did   not   need   more.   wyllas   feared   if   he   closed   his   eyes   long   enough   his   own   would   begin   to   whisper   in   his   ears.   “   we   should   have   dinner   together.”

Ravenna could not begrudge her elder brother his dramatics. There was some truth to his words, both relating to the ill-fated Arryns and the fact that almost everyone who had been present in King’s Landing was now here or about to be. But she could do without his reminders, for there had hardly been a night in the past half year or so that the lady in waiting hadn’t dreamt of fire. Flames licking every surface they could reach, voices crying out in terror, footsteps pounding with the thunder of panic. Not that the brunette planned to share any such information. Adding to her brother’s worries was hardly going to help either of them. “Perhaps so....will Aurore be joining us?” The question needed to be asked, but she didn’t necessarily take any pleasure in it. Teasing and taunting Wyllas used to be enjoyable. Now the idea seemed downright cruel. 

#ravenna of nightsong #wandering with wyllas #tw death #tw fire

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crvwnfought​:

with  ravenna  caron    /    @ravenna-of-nightsong​​ where:   a hall near the caron apartments in staerdale.

        once  he’d  avoided  the  family  like the plague but now his feet carried him toward their quarters for no reason other than wishing for the company of the eldest caron. however, it wasn’t wyllas who he spotted upon turning the corner, but he still smiled warmly, ignoring the hint of trepidation. it was quite possible that she might not be pleased to see him given his immature treatment toward her sister, which he found himself regretting, especially since amends could never be attempted.        ❝  lady ravenna.  ❞        head inclined slightly.        ❝  i was on my way to see your brother. do you know if he’s in your family’s quarters?   ❞

Ravenna had been headed back to attend to the princess when the younger lord baratheon’s voice pricked her ears. Pausing, she considered him for a moment before offering any reply. “I must admit I do not.” She finally noted with a small sigh. As much as it was good to see her remaining siblings, it also brought a dark cloud. The brunette couldn’t help but recall the last time they had come together for royal events. And the fact that one of them never left alive. “Is there something I should pass along if I do find him in these halls?”

#ravenna of nightsong #thinking with theo #tw death

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godspecd​:

when: first week of being in staerdale, new valyria who: anyone  where : dining hall

elif had only reunited her family for one day, ONE DAY. already they were tripping over themselves as they noticed the fur coats, the northern fashion style on their daughter. her previously darkened tanned skin was no longer, as all that remained was the pigmentation that so graciously was given to her at birth. elif still looked as ravishing as she did 7 months ago, yet there seemed to be an air of maturity to her thanks to karina. yet, all the work she had done felt almost for naught as her family instantly grabbed at her and refused to let go. even now, she felt her mother’s slipper on top of her own as she began to bring up just how bizarre the events at king’s landing had been. elif felt herself utterly stressed, completely embarrassed. with hands on her forehead to keep herself from developing a headache, she concentrated her vision on the tip of her fork, taking it as much detail as she could. suddenly the way the wood contrasting the silver was ever so fascinating and she began to lose her ability to hear her mother and her ramblings. she could feel her father who sat on the other side of her try to get the hightower ruling lady’s attention, and elif was left for a moment in the middle of what seemed to be an attempt to de-escalate the situation. her fascination with a fork wouldnt last long and soon elif found herself standing up from the table. usually she would have an outburst, usually she would have a snarky remark to say, but god she was so desperately attempting to meditate her mind from doing said things. 

“if you could excuse me.” one could hear her desperation, but she cleared her throat and faked a smile before she pushed her chair back and move out and away from her family. she found herself waving down the closest person to her as she took a moment to jog over and grab her new companion by the arm. “i will give you a pouch of coins to help me escape my family.” sometimes, she wondered if people ever questioned why she ran away from home or why she decided to take such a long leave from oldtown to be out on diplomacy. 

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There was something incredibly disquieting about staerdale, about new valyria, about everything. If Ravenna was being honest with herself nothing had felt quite right since the Red Keep burned to a crisp. The Caron lady had never considered herself to be sentimental, especially not since leaving home to join the princess’s service all those years ago. But seeing the compound she’d spent most of her waking and sleeping hours in for over a decade destroyed within hours had left the brunette winded in ways she’d never thought possible. And then grappling with Jeyne being dead and gone. Ravenna had tried her damndest not to be too attached to her siblings. Westeros was a dangerous place even for nobility, and steeling her heart had been crucial to surviving. But knowing Jeyne was never going to return, never cause her consternation again, never breathe was enough to melt any steel protections upon her vital organ. After the funeral, feelings decreased to a whisper. Almost everything felt numb save a few activities that sparked her system. 

Sila was preoccupied with all the nobility arriving, the responsibilities of a royal. So Ravenna had made herself scarce, not interested in putting on a show for anyone at the moment. But her fragile solitude was disrupted when Elif Hightower came barreling over and took possession of her right arm. The brunette had to laugh, it was a hollow and short noise these days, but still fit the definition in some twisted sense. “Save your coin, lady hightower. You may find someone more in need of bribery than I during your time here.”

#ravenna of nightsong #elevating with elif

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@aurorecaron​

Although Ravenna had not seen any of the commotion involving her brother, Aurore, and Trystane with her own eyes, the servants of the Red Keep moved quickly in spreading word. Not that the woman could blame them, gossiping about nobles was far more entertaining than the dull work many of the servants spent their days carrying out. Still, the brunette wasn’t going to accept any of the whispers as fact. She’d make her own conclusions after finding out more. It didn’t take long to track Aurore down. Somewhat surprisingly she was easy to locate, in the middle of things with a drink in hand and laughing. But the lady could tell there was a mask to it, the amusement wasn’t reaching her sister-in-law’s eyes. Clearing her throat, Ravenna interrupted. “Pardon me, might I steal her for a moment?” There was a question but clearly she wasn’t waiting for a response, taking a gentle grip of Aurore’s arms and walking them away from the crowd. “I would ask how you are, but it seems pointless.”

#ravenna of nightsong #asserting with aurore

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drummsinthedeep​:

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Victarion hadn’t thought much of Nightsong the first and last time he saw it. It was too far inland, no sight of a shore to be seen. It wasn’t meant for any ironborn with salt on their heels but when it came time for his cousin to meet her match, he withheld his observations behind a frown. A frown that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Ravenna Caron. He wondered, considered for the good half of an hour, if she noticed it then. Years later, time on their faces and shoulders. Duties and lives changed. The words between them had gone from many to few yet still held a steady level of biting jest.

The ironborn huffed through his nose as he finally approached Ravenna, his steps steady and his arms folded tightly across his chest. All paths seemed to cross within King’s Landing.

“Even behind the veneer of a wedding, King’s Landing is still as shit as I remember,” he said with contempt as he surveyed the room. Looked to where his cousins were. Before he continued, the corner of his mouth twitched upward ever so slightly then leveled. Kohl-rimmed eyes drifted to Ravenna. Tried to gauge her face. “…Speaking of, how is Nightsong these days?”

Ravenna had noticed the ironborn man the second he’d crossed into view. Of course, she was no more going to approach him than the Targaryens were going to give away free dragons to their guests. With over a decade of court politics under her belt the lady in waiting knew the value of waiting for someone to come to you rather than rushing over if you wished to converse.  And sure enough, within moments, she could make out Victarion heading her way. 

A sly smile coming to her face as he spoke up, Ravenna offered no significant reaction to his commentary on both her original and current homes. The brunette merely shrugged. “I couldn’t say, the initial shit hole you mentioned has kept me occupied for quite sometime. Did you bring a shovel along, Victarion?” The woman asked, raising an eyebrow

#ravenna of nightsong #venturing with vic

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taliaxcaron​:

Who: Ravenna Caron @ravenna-of-nightsong When: Post Blythe Thread

There were so many emotions went through Talia after that conversation with Blythe. It wasn’t even a conversation it was her old friend accusing her of using them for their status. Talia knew something was bothering Blythe but never expected that response. They just said that in front of everyone, on top of everything else that had happened tonight. Talia didn’t want to be there anymore. A familiar figure had approached her and Talia never thought she’d be so grateful to see Ravenna in her life. Their last conversation completely gone from her mind Talia practically ran the rest of the distance to her eldest sister. Talia was certain that she, along with whoever else, definitely saw the exchange. “How much did you…”Talia’s voice trailed off as talking became too much for her, she just started silently sobbing, even now she could hardly make but so little noise.

With the princess off attending to other nobles the king wanted payed attention to, Ravenna found herself alone in the midst of the crowd. While not uncomfortable with solitude, the eldest Caron daughter figured it best to make use of the room. But before she could find a strategic target for conversation, Talia’s face appeared. Her younger sister was clearly distressed. With a sigh, the lady wove through the throng to reach her. But before she could even get a word out, the young woman was breaking down. Firmly but gently, Ravenna took her sister’s arm and guided them out of the crowd and into a more empty corridor. “Talia. Talia, look at me. Are you hurt?” Any physical danger was her foremost concern, any troubles of the heart or mind could be dealt in a more measured manner. 

#ravenna of nightsong #tuning with talia

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#thrones.wedding #ravenna of nightsong #my mirror staring back at me

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        having  remained  in  near  seclusion  at godsgrace for the past few years, trystane had expected most, if not all, the friendships he’d made before would have disappeared. the lady ravenna’s warmth was a welcomed surprise.        ❝  i’m honored to still be apart of that circle.  ❞        his gaze followed her gesture toward the other area of the garden. so she still knew him well too. he nodded, offering her his arm. it may be a short distance to walk but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a gentleman.        ❝  a wonderful idea. though, may i request we stick with a mild wine? i’ve seen too many drunk lords already and don’t wish to join their ranks, especially not this early in the afternoon.  ❞

Ravenna dipped her head in thanks and took her position on the lord’s arm as they began towards their destination. At his suggestion she let out a teasing sign of disappointment but the smile on her face made it clear there was no malice in it. “As much as I would be glad to indulge myself all too extravagantly, for your sake I will adhere.” The brunette smirked. She certainly couldn’t fault Trystane for trying to be responsible and respectable, but that did not mean they could not jest at each other. “How are you enjoying King’s Landing, my lord?” The lady asked with curiosity. After so many years serving the princess, it had become like home so hearing others perspectives was always entertaining and informative. 

#ravenna of nightsong #trading with trystane

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In all honesty, Aurore was awed by the dragons just as much as the next person, and perhaps even jealous of the Targaryens and their claims to such bonds. But she couldn’t help but remember that it was the dragons who had stolen the Iron Island’s independence not once…but twice. And it would surely be the dragons who stole it again should they try a third time. It was an unnatural advantage to have, and her pride always stung with the reminder that there was something that could outclass her ships. “Now there’s a fun game to play,” Aurore quipped with some amusement. “I’d wager that looking for people who don’t belong on the Street of Silk would be almost as fun as walking it ourselves.”

If there was one thing (though in actuality there were many) that Ravenna appreciated about her new sister-in-law it was Aurore’s sense of adventure. The brunette was very used to being the boldest and most unabashed presence in a room, but this woman was giving her a run for her money. And that was quite alright. The lady in waiting enjoyed a good challenge every now and then. “Before you and my brother depart, perhaps we ought to try out this game.” She chuckled, raising an eyebrow wryly. Lowering her voice slightly so as not to be blatantly overheard, Ravenna continued. “Have you been able to meet our soon-to-be princess? How do you find her?” It wasn’t meant to simply invoke gossip, she was genuinely curious about her companion’s thoughts and how closely or not they matched her own.

#ravenna of nightsong #asserting with aurore

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               it   was   a   habit   of   theirs   to   not   bite   their   tongue   ,   and   they   weren’t   about   to   start   now   –   not   in   the   company   of   one   of   the   few   people   they   could   say   they   trusted   with   their   life   .   “   your   hope   on   my   behalf   is   valiant   ,   ravenna   ,   ”   they   said   with   a   smile   ,   small   but   meaningful   .   words   were   covered   here   in   the   godswood   .   “   i   hold   no   expectations   for   my   soon   to   be   good   sister   .   though   i’m   sure   she   may   find   herself   loved   here   by   the   people   ,   it’s   not   the   people   i’m   concerned   for   ,   ”   a   sigh   leaves   rose   colored   lips   .   “   it’s   the   nobles   i   am   wary   of   ,   they   may   be   quick   to   stir   about   another   rebellion   with   shaera’s   presence   as   fuel   to   the   fire   .   those   against   my   family   will   use   any   opportunity   ,   any   decision   ,   to   bring   about   our   destruction   .   ”

 As much as their conversations could flow easily between jest and much more significant depths, even Ravenna had to admit she was unprepared to consider just how serious the implications of this marriage could be for the realm while sitting in the godswood with a friend. Although the brunette wouldn’t go so far as to classify Westeros as a tranquil place, they had enjoyed relative peace for quite some time. The idea of that coming unraveled left her a bit shaken, not that it would ever be visible to anyone else not currently seated beside her. Feelings were to be kept under lock and key, showing them freely to others created chinks in the armor. Vulnerabilities an opponent could exploit. It left Ravenna considering what she could and would do in the face of such challenges. “With Meleys by your side, princess, I trust you are more than capable of defending your own. But I would be loathe not to assure you that my life and my arms are yours in any such time you may require them.” While the lady was not one to go soft, Vasila was family, and every now and then it was important to remind family of your pledge to one another.

#ravenna of nightsong #voicing with vasila

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          and  thus  ,  the  realization  dawned  upon  her  .  sharing  company  with  vasila  had  allowed  her  to  ,  briefly  ,  meet  the  lady  caron  in  the  midst  of  their  love  affair  .  details  blurred  in  her  mind  ,  thoughts  only  of  the  blossoming  romance  between  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀  and  vasila  .  providing  an  echo  of  the  past  made  the  woman  grateful  for  ravenna’s  presence  .  “  ah  ,  yes  !  ”  minnie  spoke  ,  giving  her  a  brief  nod  .  “  you  are  right  on  the  nose  .  though  ,  please  ,  call  me  minnie  .  ”  she  offered  .  a  nickname  usually  reserved  for  those  she  was  closest  to  …  but  it  seemed  appropriate  considering  the  two  had  history .  even  if  min  didn’t  immediately  recall  .  “  are  you  still  in  the  princess’s  service  ?  ”

Ravenna wasn’t a woman who was easily thrown, but the Lannister lady had managed to startle her with the suggestion to refer to her with such an intimate nickname when they hadn’t spoken in ages and ages. But the quick flash of surprise that played upon the brunette’s feature disappeared in the blink of an eye. Replaced once again by a far more unreadable and neutral expression. The lady in waiting offered a smile and nodded in return. “As you wish, Minnie.” placing emphasis on the word and smiling wider. “And yes, every day for over a decade now.”

#ravenna of nightsong #musing with minella