To say she was surprised would have been an understatement, but it was just so. Taria hadn't expected to be greeted by anyone. Though she had lived at King's Landing for six years and a little more now, it wasn't as if she had made friends. Acquaintances, certainly, plenty. But those were the sort of people she had worked for doing odd jobs, or perhaps the odd man she had decided to have a jolly time with. Not anyone who would wish to call out to her on an auspicious day like this. 

She hardly had a chance to say a word when she saw [i]who[/i] the speaker was. She blinked, stunned, simply listening to his words. He knew her? How? [i]Oh... Aunt Asha?[/i] She hadn't thought of that. Her aunt was the Lady Reaver of the Islands, with so much on her mind already. She had never thought that the Greyjoy leader might have paid any attention or even cared much about her when they first met, but she had been surprised. Still, to have been spoken of? It was something strange, yet it made Taria feel a little something inside. Warm, perhaps, and it wasn't due to the sun.

"I'd hardly call myself famous," she finally said, seemingly awkward as she looked at the Lord Commander... her [i]father[/i]. She had known her entire life who he was and never forgot it for a day, but seeing him there, right before her, close enough that she could reach out and touch his cloak- well, it was almost surreal. "I haven't done any great deeds... I simply travel." She cleared her throat slightly, hands tucking into the pockets of her trousers so that she didn't start twiddling her thumbs. She eyed him as she searched for more words. It amazed her that he seemed as awkward as she was feeling. Perhaps it amused her as well because it did manage to relax her somewhat.

"Well, I'm hungry, the only reason I came here was to get food and something to drink." She gave a little nod, deciding it wouldn't do any harm to finally catch up with her old man. Hands still tucked in her pockets, she slowly started walking, following her nose as she continued to speak. Her looks were certainly that of a Greyjoy, though her hair had a touch of brown rather than black like her aunt, and once Theon Greyjoy. Even if what she felt inside may have been akin to a whirlwind of emotions, on the outside she exuded strength and some confidence, and her stride was proud, much like Asha's.

"Mother told me lots about you," she said offhandedly. "I don't know if you remember her..." She smirked. "Probably best if you don't. I can't even remember the last time I saw her. I left Winterfell when I was thirteen. I wanted to go north, Castle Black, to meet you. It was a bitch of a journey though, so I stopped and turned around..." She continued talking, telling little tidbits about her travels. It wasn't really because she enjoyed talking; having travelled alone for all her teenage and adult life, she was used to solitude. No, this was simply so that there was no awkward silence. Nothing was more painful than that.

"You don't have to apologize," she added when she finally came to a stop, her nose having led them to a canopy erected specifically for today. Below were long tables laden with food, other tables with chairs for sitting, and easy to reach barrels of wine. "I'm a Snow, and it's not like I'm the only one." She smirked yet again. "Our own King used to be a Snow as well." She pulled a chair out for the Lord Commander to sit, nodding toward it with her head. Her manners weren't the best perhaps, but then it wasn't as if she was known for them. "Being a bastard just meant I had the freedom to do whatever I bloody well wanted to." 

She shrugged her shoulders lightly before sitting down on a second chair. "Seems I talked enough... what about you, Lord Commander?" As much as she wanted to call him [i]Father[/i], she didn't know if it would be right, or even [i]sound[/i] right.

[@MrDidact]