[b]Alerie Tyrell[/b]

Alerie's journey hadn't been particularly long. Little over two weeks but that didn't phase the girl. She'd had every luxury on th trip to King's Landing. Right now she was sitting on a cushion in a light, green dress, waiting as her carriage plodded along. Currently she was practicing her needlework, sewing the Tyrell rose onto a patch of cloth. She heard the gates open and then, the commotion in the streets. She looked out her window as peasants bustled about, haggling and shouting at one another. [i][color=springgreen]Oh I don't envy the peasants one bit[/color][/i] She thought as the carriage went through the streets. When it arrived in the courtyard she gracefully descended, quickly followed by her handmaiden, Melessa. A servant greeted her and she smiled at the man. [color=springgreen]"I am Lady Alerie Tyrell of Highgarden. I assume you are to show me to my room. So be it,"[/color] she said, following the servant up to the common room, where she noticed that many of the Wards had already arrived. [color=springgreen]"Well you all are quite the raucous bunch aren't you?"[/color] She wasn't used to all the commotion that was going on in the common room. Nor was she used to people keeping wild animals as pets, though she guessed that she was to be here for a while, she'd have to learn. Still, she couldn't help but cast a disdainful look at the lynx, and the two direwolves that sat near what were quite obviously the Stark children.

[b]Morgan Stark[/b]

Morgan smiled at the blonde girl before standing up and bowing. [color=silver]"Morgan Stark, at your service m'lady. Based off of the faint smell of the ocean, you must be Robyn Greyjoy," he said, smiling. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a boy and a particularly wild looking girl entered the common room as well. "Well you must be Beregard Baratheon. You however have me at a loss," he said, before a rather attractive, ginger girl dressed all in riding leathers entered and, in a rather rude tone, made a snarky comment about wolves and stags. Her nature caused Winter and Echo to snarl, although Morgan waved Winter back down. He went over to the girl and smiled. [color=silver]"Alyssa Arryn I presume. A pleasure."[/color] He then made his way back to his sister, where she whispered her worries in his ear. The two had always been thick as thieves, and they shared everything together. However, where Morgan found himself at home with others, Manasa was not so welcoming. [color=silver]"Sister, you worry too much. We'll be fine,"[/color] he whispered. Suddenly, a tan boy came running from a room and knocked the Arryn girl aside. He smiled as the boy took a snake out from a suit of armor. He was dressed quite simply, and if Morgan hadn't taken the time to study who was going to be his fellow wards for the next few years, then he might have mistaken him for a servant. However, Morgan knew otherwise. The discolored skin only confirmed his theory. [color=silver]"And to everyone who doesn't know, this is Prince Mikael Martell's son, Prince Artoran Sand,"[/color] he said, offering a smile. He figured that most would be shocked to find that they had been grouped with a bastard, though Morgan wasn't so easily angered. He judged people by actions, not by names.