[centre][color=deepskyblue][h3]Alyssa Arryn[/h3][/color][/centre]

[i]The cold winds cut into her, their edges sharp enough to slice past all her furs. A blizzard raged around her and although she was partially blinded by it, she was sure that she was climbing the steps of the Eyrie, heading towards the main keep. She was a child born into the long summer so she had only ever heard of winter but she was certain this was it. A mother's gentle whimper somehow carried itself above the harsh whistling of the wind around her. Looking around, she couldn't see anything so simply continued with her endeavour as she continued upwards.

Finally, she reached the foot of the steps up to her father's seat. For some reason, the blizzard raged on despite her apparently being inside. Looking around, she found the walls destroyed with rubble littering the ground all around her. It was only when she looked back that she was greeted with three men at the top of the steps with another figure knelt before them.

"Have you come to die, little Falcon?" A voice called out, seemingly dancing upon the wind itself. "Worry not, we will bless this land with the blood of your fathers. But you, little Falcon; what shall we do with you?" Reaching to his waist, the strange figure drew a curved blade that resembled a sickle. Placing its curved edge against the next of the man knelt in front of him, he looked up and despite her blindness, she could see his smirk perfectly. Another step forward and she suddenly realised who it was that was at his feet. Her eyes went wide and although she tried to run, her feet failed her. Her lungs kicked up a fierce resistance, attempting a scream but she barely even accomplished a whisper. Helpless, she could only watch as the condemned man raised a gentle smile to her.

"Run, Alyssa. Run."[/i]
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She darted awake, sitting upright in her bed in one rapid movement. Her breaths were heavy and the sheets which she had kicked off sometime in the night were soaked with sweat. Sighing, she eventually regained control of her breathing before running a gentle hand through her tresses of copper. With a yawn and an arch of her back, she kicked her feet out of the large bed that adorned her quarters and stepped out. She was born and raised in the Eyrie, on top of a mountain, and thus, she didn't particularly enjoy the dead heat of King's Landing so she had mostly abandoned her sleepwear in return for... Well, nothing.

Wrapping a sheet around her body, she peeked outside of her window. The blue horizon was beginning to give way to the overbearing gold of the dawn so she reckoned it to be early enough. Alyssa had more than a few hours to kill so she decided to explore again. Once she was dressed, she climbed from her window and instantly headed upwards. There was nowhere Alyssa couldn't climb and within minutes, she had reached the steeple of their tower.

There, she casted her eyes out and watched the sun make its slow trek above the horizon, using the time to think. She had been having dreams like that a lot more recently and usually it wouldn't have bothered her if it wasn't for the rather large shadow of death hanging above her. Plus her father's rather staunch warning that she was not to enter the tourney that would undoubtedly be held. Nevertheless, Alyssa had no intentions of giving way to the fear of the Knights of the Moon and fully intended to enter the tourney. What sort of name was Knights of the Moon anyway? They couldn't have chose a worse name, even if they tried! Scoffing, she very nearly slipped so she quickly made her mind up to slip back down into her room.

Somehow, she had fallen asleep again and enjoying the small window of nightmare-free sleep, she slept on well into breakfast. When the gentle knock of her handmaiden(whom she had quickly dismissed on the first day) came to the door, Alyssa was up in a flash and ready to go in a few seconds. She didn't want to have to rely on the young girl, or more pointedly, she didn't want to admit that she was relying on her so she stayed silent as she was guided to the dining room.

Still saying silent, the young Arryn once again explored her thoughts on the same recurring nightmare and her father's warning. Although she knew she shouldn't, she desperately wanted to ignore both signs and continue on with the tourney. The decision seemed to weigh on her as she stayed strangely silent, pushing her food about her plate. She didn't like this.