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[color=9FF781]Interacting With: Leofric [@Nightwing95], Aeryn [@Musoka], Artoran Obscene Symphony, and anyone in the room.[/color][/center]
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A few moments after Aeryn left, Myriah glanced in the mirror again, and draped some of her dark curls over her shoulder, hoping to cover a bit more of her chest. For a split second she thought she saw something ghoulish inside the mirror standing behind her. She stared at it and then abruptly craned her neck around to look behind her. Nothing was there of course, but this was nothing new. Seeing imaginary things, was unfortunately as daily occurrence. She clasped her hands behind her back and squeezed them together, as she counted the grapes in the bowl on the table. Maester Clovis, had said that if she counted backwards, and focused on something else she could lesson the delusions, and make them go away. It was a new idea of his, and so far it didn't exactly work very well. But it was better then some of his other ideas. Personally Myriah found pain did a great job at keeping her sane. A slap to the face, or stubbing her toe always seemed to bring her back to reality. Feeling calmer now, she looked up at Leofric.

[color=9FF781]"You are right Ser Leofric, father wouldn't have a problem with it. And as you know Aunt Rhaenys always has her plans. I most likely won't be ruining anything, if I just go to say hello."[/color] Myriah said cheerfully. She wove past Leofric who stood in the doorway and smiled impishly at him, before she scurried down the hall, barefoot as she liked it. It was a very brief laps, and only those who knew her patterns and behaviors would have caught on. But ignoring it was Myriah's attempt at normalcy, and trying to not make other worry. 

As she walked up the stairway to the wards tower she stopped to look out the window. The streets below were bustling more then usual today.  Thankfully the sky was clear of clouds, and the breeze was coming in from the west so the stench of the city was being blown away from the castle. Finally at the top of the stairs she saw the door shut right behind Aeryn. She tiptoed over to the door. The two servants standing on each side, quickly straightened their posture when they saw her. 

They both bowed and greeted her as proper etiquette required. Myriah knew almost all the guards and servant by name. The two at the door were Klyde and Ganymede. She grinned at them, and put her finger to her lips to indicate to be quiet. Sneaking up to the door she listened to the chatter and Aeryn. She nodded to the servants, and they opened the door. She took one step forward into the room full of animals, guards, and wards. She raised her eyebrows in delighted surprise and smiled as she curtsied to the room of onlookers. [color=9FF781]"Good Morning. I am Myriah Targaryen. I am so happy to get to meet you all."[/color] She said to everyone. She had not really thought about what she would say or do once she greeted them, but she could since the chaos in the room, and she began to wish she had though this out more. Still gleeful though, she walked over Toran, and stood next to him. Her posture was elegant, and appropriate for a her status, though she lacked the royal superior attitude her parents had. 

She eyed the bear on the floor that her cousin Gabriel was petting. And tried to hold back a big smile, but the corners of her mouth still turned up. She love animals, all kinds of them. Dogs didn't like her though, so she would stay away from the wolves. She knew some of the words just by how they were dressed. Others she had to guess at. She remembered Reed Stark from about five years ago when he came to King's Landing with his father. And of course she knew Toran and Gabriel, who were her cousins. It was strange being around this many people her age. Most of her life she was usually around adults. [color=9FF781]"What have I missed?"[/color] She whispered to Toran.