JustJazzy
Old soul
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Lady Leanne Lannister
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The red and gold flags were a much needed drop of color, Lady Leanne Lannister decided, on the dullness of the grey and black out-drop of a city the ensemble of lions resolutely rode through. A crowd of those of lower birth sporting similarly dull colors lurked in the corners of her vision, respectful yet admiring in there shared silence. The quiet hushed the conversations held among the Lannister entourage to a hushed sort of whisper Leanne could easily ignore. And she was glad for the quiet rather then the roar of the crowd, it gave her thoughts time to gather. Resting a gloved palm on the top of her horse's head, in a burst of sporadic maternity Leanne absently-mindedly glanced at each of her children in turn, verifying there spot in the perfect harmony of the group before allowing her gaze to settle on her husband. If the Head Lannister was feeling any misgivings his expression didn't betray him as it didn't falter in it's usual calm. Yet in spite of it she could feel the tenseness of his gaze, practically hear the million thoughts running through his mind. Tiber's eyes dropped to meet her own, a smile up-turning his lips that Leanne easily matched before words begin to spill from his lips.
Nodding her affirmation, Leanne released a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. They were finally here and now she couldn't tell if she'd been dreading or excitedly anticipating the event. Gerald's voice piped up somewhere in the back of her mind, chattering something about 'dragons' and 'play'. A wry smile played at the corners of the Lannister Lady's lips. She'd never heard such words of stark opposites being discussed in the same context, and parted her lips in preparation of telling her son just so. Tiber beat her to the punch however, lightly scolding the boy with a reference to his mother. A soft chuckle bubbled from the Lady of Casterly Rock's lips as she directed her mind from the exchange that was quickly unfolding into a discussion of four rather then the initial two.
The door opened there last millimeter with a barely audible grating of metal on metal as the group made there inevitable entrance. Bringing her horse to a gentle gallop before slowing to a halt, Leanne took the hand her husband offered as she dismounted. Giving the creature a final pat as servants begin to lead the horses into there respective stables, she brushed down what bits of hair had become wind-swept through the course of the ride before meeting the eyes of one she hadn't seen in quite a while. Distracted from her urge to greet the brother she hadn't spoken with in quite a while as her husband introduced her, all flattery and charm, to another man, an Axel Tyrell of Highgarden she believed, Leanne allowed a warm smile to up-turn her lips as she vocalized a greeting.
"Pleasure to meet you," she intoned, although her gaze ran distractedly and back to the approaching man. His frostiness off-putted her - smile faltering for the briefest of moments - for a moment, but she played it off before directing her attention back towards the conversation her husbands was currently immersed in with. Taking in the sureness of the young lord's countenance, Leanne allowed the warm smile to touch her features once more. "I trust your journey here was comfortable one like ourselves?"
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