gentle mother, strength of women
05 Feb 2017
[A tribute to northern mothers; forgotten, unnamed, or maligned.]
Lyarra Stark is a sister, a daughter, and a woman of the North. She is a Flint and a Stark; the daughter of Arya Fleetfoot and the Wandering Wolf. When her sister goes south to marry and never once sends a raven, Lyarra does not accept it quietly.
Thirty years before Rickard Stark dies in the Red Keep, he meets a girl named Lyarra.
Or: Rickard’s southern ambitions were never solely his.
Lyanna was a girl who was as brave as one older brother and as quiet as another. She was as lovely as she was selfish, she was as loving as she was bitter, she was as wise as she was impulsive.
But more than anything, Lyanna was a child.
- Part 1 of gentle mother, strength of women
07 Mar 2017
[a tribute to iron queens; dragons, mothers, broken, and beautiful]
When Shaera was six, her mother braided raven feathers into her pale hair and called her a Blackwood. When she was eleven, her mother handed her a gilded rose and told her to start wearing green gowns for her future husband. When she was fourteen, she ran away with her brother.
When she hadn’t yet seen three decades, Shaera died.
Before that, she lived.
Rhaella was born tired.
Her mother laughed when she said it, but she also worried for her daughter: Rhaella was so delicate, always shivering from the cold or flushed with fever. When her father declared that she must marry Aerys, her mother raged louder than a storm. Rhaella wept and wept, but her father was determined.
She never quite forgave him for it.
- Part 2 of gentle mother, strength of women
26 Feb 2017
[a tribute to dornish women; sainted, besmirched, or misunderstood]
Doran went still in a temper; cold, steady as the mountain passes in the moments before lightning struck. Oberyn raged, louder than any storm.
Elia smiled, thin and small, and struck.
- Part 3 of gentle mother, strength of women