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[triplerose]

Who: Loras Tyrell (triplerose) & OPEN
What: A collection of open starters.
When: The month of May.
Where: Wyver and Olympia.
Warning(s): TBD.



[i. OLYMPIA]

[ A) Loras can be found on the beach. Upon hearing that Flona Cove is open to non-Olympians, he couldn't pass up the chance. He remembers it fondly from his arrival, and he recalls it as being the first time he's felt any sort of happiness or rest in a long time. His mood this time is much better. You can find him either sitting in the sand and soaking up the sun (he's fortunate enough to turn golden rather than red), splashing about in the waves that are rolling in, or wandering the vendor stalls. ]

or

[ B) How can he pass up the allure of fight club? Loras isn't one for fist fights, but when he stumbles across it, he's excited to watch. Maybe it's something he should practice. Watching the fights definitely makes him think it'd be a good idea. When he cheers, it's generally for no one in general - though there's maybe a preference when it comes to fighters from Wyver. ]

[ii. WYVER]

[ A) With the opening of Highgarden being approved, Loras feels more like himself than ever. He's missed this, really. As much as he loves being in the Knightryders and enjoys the arenas, this is the missing piece. Training, passing on his knowledge and love of his craft to others. He's taken care to set it up as much like his old training grounds as he could, but what he really enjoys the most is seeing the Tyrell banner flying. It's never going to be home, but this is close, and it's the best homage he can think. Come find him to chat about it, or do some sparring, or maybe get some pointers. ]

or

[ B) The turn in weather has been very welcome. Like the natives, Loras welcomes to warm(er) weather with open arms. With the city emptied out as everyone goes to enjoy Flona Cove, he's taking the opportunity to wander the streets and enjoy the heat. With less people milling about, it's quite relaxing. Run into him at the stables, getting his mare ready for a day of riding, or maybe you've crossed paths in the quiet streets. ]

[iii. WILDCARD]

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[nineteenfortyfive]

[Oblivious to the going-ons between the cities, Claire is surprised to see Loras here at the beach. She watches him in the waves for a few moments, amused, before approaching.]

What on earth are you doing here?

[It's good to see him--it always is--but it's unexpected.]

[triplerose]

[ When he sees her, he smiles, wider and a little easier than his usual shy ones. He'd hug her if he weren't wet, but he does step over to the sand so they're not shouting over the people also having fun. ]

They've opened up the cover for us. The people in Wyver. I'm glad to visit it again.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire, apparently, has no qualms with damp clothes. There's no hesitation as she steps closer to give him a one-armed hug, leaning up to press a brief kiss to his cheek before pulling back.]

Really? Guess I missed that. Does that mean we'll be seeing more of you here?

[triplerose]

[ In that case, he'll give her a proper embrace before stepping back, squinting happily against the sun. ]

Perhaps not too often. I've a training grounds to run now. [ Yes, he's very proud. ] But I've fond memories of this place, and it's nice to visit it again.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Training grounds? God, where the hell have I been?

[Moping around and being a nurse, mostly, but that takes a surprising amount of one's time.]

[triplerose]

It's quite new. It just seemed the right thing to do, and it let me bring a little bit of home of Wyver.

[ He smiles, not wanting Claire to feel as if she's not paying attention. She has her own problems to worry about. ]

ii.a

[dorzalta]

[ The Tyrell banner is what catches her eye, one day. A little piece of home--enough to make her heart skitter in her chest and tug a smile to her lips. She stops in the middle of the street, staring, feeling something tightening in her throat.

Lest the matriarch woke without her knowledge, this must be Loras' doing. There was only one way to find out. So she pushes open the door--unlocked--and steps inside the shop. ]

I'd never been to Highgarden before.

[triplerose]

[ When he sees her, he smiles, and her words make him laugh a little. ]

I'm afraid it's not quite matched the glory of Highgarden, but I suppose as heir to it, I have the duty to revive it.

[ He walks towards her, giving a slight nod in greeting. He feels they aren't quite at hugs and handshakes seem too detached, and he certainly won't bow to her so this seems a happy medium. ]

It's good to see you.

[dorzalta]

And you as well.

[ She's a returning smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling. It's as best to expect between allies and the start of a friendship not yet fully explored.

Then she's looking around, curiosity getting the best of her. ]

Is that your intention? To bring a piece of it here?

[triplerose]

I think that had always been my intention.

[ Loras had promised Margaery, before her return to stasis, that he was going to do what he could to return them to their status. And he misses home. He'd never missed Highgarden this much when it had been there, a ride away from Storm's End, but now it's gone he can't help but wish he could go. ]

I'm afraid you'll find it as exciting as any knight's training ground.

[dorzalta]

It's a good goal. What better place than a kingdom full of so many plants, and whose highborn line the highest walls?

[ His next sentiment has her huffing a quiet laugh. ]

What's not to find exciting about that? A new thing to see. You forget I wasn't surrounded by knights growing up.

[triplerose]

Of course. Forgive my ignorance.

[ He gives her a nod of his head, an acknowledgment of his social bumble. ]

I can't imagine my life having been without it, in truth. Though I think every young boy in Westeros had dreams of becoming a knight.

MAAAYBEEEEEEEEEEE the first wyver one

[winecasks]

[ Grantaire is prone to wandering, near daily when he manages to get out of bed, and he’s begun to learn Wyver quite well. It isn’t Paris, nor will it ever be, but its winding streets are beginning to feel as much like home as they ever will.

He doesn’t miss the addition of a new banner among the others lining the street, and he’s pleased to find a familiar face when he pokes his head into the shop. Fortunate for both of them, he’s in good spirits today. ]

All the gardens I’ve known have been home to plantlife, but I suppose nothing in here requires watering. All the better. Steel would only rust.

[ He peers around with a good-humored smile. ]

You seem to be in good health, monsieur. What is this? Training grounds?

ur gonna be the one who tags meeeee

[triplerose]

Highgarden was the name of my home. [ Loras says it as he makes his way over to greet Grantaire and welcome him in. ] It was beautiful, fields of fruits and vegetables and our golden roses. Truthfully, this space resembles more of Storm's End, for I never spent much time on the training grounds of Highgarden, but it seemed a fitting name.

[ He smiles, obviously pleased by it all. Loras looks so relaxed in the space, more present and in command than his typical wallflower self. ]

I've taught some refugees the art of swordsmanship, and how to ride. This seemed a natural progression.

AND AFTER ALLLLLL

[winecasks]

There was a time when I thought myself skilled in canne de combat. It uses a wooden cane, rather than a sword, but the concept is much the same. Disarm your opponent.

[ His tone implies no conceit or egotism. It’s just a mention, spoken with a faraway sort of look in his eyes that comes from more than the glass of wine he’s already consumed this morning. He misses home, and sometimes he even misses his occasional hobbies. ]

Unfortunately, I was never skilled. I merely enjoyed the sport.

[Typically when Grantaire claims to be unskilled, it means he harbors skill to some extent, but fails to see it. Thus is the case here, though his drinking habits and lack of practice have slowed him down. He sees how much happier Loras is, though, and how much more in his element he seems to be. He considers them to be friends, and that leads him to his next thought. ]

I've been told I'm impossible, but perhaps you could help me to improve.

[ For as long as his motivation holds out, at least. ]

[triplerose]

The most skilled at the ones who enjoy what they do, so you had an advantage over many men I've come across.

[ Loras leads Grantaire through the grounds, though there's little there to see, but because walking around it still feels wonderful. ]

I'd be honoured to assist.

[winecasks]

[ Grantaire, unfortunately, typically falls into the pit of only enjoying something for a short amount of time before melancholy catches up to him and leads him astray once more. There are hobbies he often returns to, of course, but never for long and always with doubt in his heart. ]

That does make sense in many cases. Enjolras enjoys political debates, so he excels in political debates. Another friend enjoys poetry and excels in the art of verse, but I fear I have an advantage over no one in anything.

[ He follows Loras, smiling. He’s likely to wander away from these practices sooner than later, but it does give him great joy to see Loras so much happier. In the short time they’ve known one another, he can truly say he hasn’t seen him this happy. ]

But I'm grateful for your help. When would you like to begin?

ii

[antleredcrown]

[Well he's utterly useless at sparring, or any sort of fighting whatsoever really. But he is horribly proud of Loras and his new business. Happier still that Loras seems so pleased with it, and that having it makes him feel more at home.

So some time in the afternoon, when Renly hopes Loras will be less busy, he goes to visit.]

Excuse me, I hear I can speak to a man about jousting lessons here. Do you know anything about that?

[triplerose]

Have you? I feel pity for the man, then, that you wish to put that burden on.

[ The corner of his mouth turns up. He can tease, because he's seen Renly try to learn jousting, once many many years ago, when they were hardly young men. ]

Well, what do you think? [ Loras stands beside Renly, hands behind his back as he looks at the grounds. ] Have I captured some of the likeness of the grounds at Highgarden?

[antleredcrown]

I can stay in the saddle. Mostly. So long as no one is charging against me, anyway. [He slides his hand over Loras's back and looks over the grounds with him, immensely pleased.] It looks remarkable, Ser Tyrell. You've done your home proud.

[triplerose]

Our home. [ Loras is quick to correct Renly. ] The King in Highgarden.

[ There are touches, too, of Storm's End, where they could be fit. And Storm's End was as much home for Loras as Highgarden, and Renly was as welcome in the Tyrell's home as Loras himself.

He leans over to bump his shoulder against Renly's. ]

I find I miss it less every day.

[antleredcrown]

I miss parts of it. People mostly. The good parts, the good memories. But we can make new memories here, can't we? Write our own story, rather than have it dictated by the fates, or the gods, or whatever seemed to rule Westeros.

1a

[toten_sie]

[ There is an exceptionally large man, perhaps larger than the Mountain, entirely covered in any number of scars, in his swim trunks heading back from the water. He'd been careful to see if there as anyone at the cove when he'd gone in, but by the time he'd come out, there was people. He gives Loras a friendly wave. ]

[triplerose]

[ He'll have to forgive Loras for staring. He's seen a few larger men in his time, but they still always seem to strike awe. He realizes that he's being rather rude, and offers up an embarrassed wave in return. ]

[toten_sie]

[ He notices the staring, looking down at himself for a moment before glancing back at Loras. Then he moves to his things on the beach and pulls a simple linen shirt over his head. He turns back to Loras and gestures to it. Better? ]